The elderly man was moved, "As long as I can have something to eat, that'll do. I'm not picky about whether it's tasty or not."
"Grandpa, don't you have any family?" Yang Xiaoxi started to get inquisitive, "Why do you have to beg for food? At your age, you should be taken care of at home."
"Ah!" The old man sighed deeply.
Yang Xiaoxi felt there was a story to hear and immediately perked up her ears, waiting attentively for him to continue.
"I do have a grandson, but he's disobedient. At his age, he's not looking for a wife and I never know what he's up to. Sometimes I don't see him for a year or two. As an old widower with nobody to care for me, I'm neither well-fed nor well-clothed. Driven by sheer helplessness, I've come out to beg for food. Miss, I won't hide it from you; today is actually my first time begging. I chose this neighborhood because the houses look nice; I assumed the people living here wouldn't lack food and drink, so I came here."
