"Yes, yes, I don't dare." The ruffian quickly got up from the ground, took two bowls and filled them with porridge.
He also made excuses with a smile, showing his rotten teeth: "Isn't this because I see the little girl is cute and want to tease her?"
Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer each took a bowl.
The young man pulled out the dagger from the table coldly, his eyes as sharp as a razor blade, which made the ruffian frightened for a while.
Gu Nuoer pulled Ye Siming and hurriedly walked to the corner.
The little guy had stopped crying and his face was serious.
If it weren't for the tears hanging on his eyelashes, Ye Siming would have thought that seeing her cry just now was an illusion.
Gu Nuoer took a look at the porridge with less rice and more water, and then tasted it.
Her thin eyebrows immediately wrinkled.
Such thin porridge is like drinking a bowl of water, and there is no way to fill your stomach.
Gu Nuoer showed Ye Siming the porridge bowl and said with dissatisfaction, "If you give it to the people like this, it's just something to fool people! How can you eat enough?"
The original intention of opening a tent to provide porridge is to feed the poor.
Now? It’s just a show!
Dad is busy with everything, but the ministers and uncles below him neglect to control him!
The little one thought that there were so many poor people who were starving and freezing, and she felt angry in her heart.
Her pink cheeks swelled involuntarily, and from the side, they looked like a ball of white and tender flesh.
Ye Siming looked at her leisurely.
This Gu Nuoer is really weird.
Sometimes she talks and acts like a three-year-old girl.
But he will show his intelligence unexpectedly.
It's completely inconsistent with her age.
Just then the middle-aged man came after me.
When he saw Gu Nuo'er, he didn't forget to comfort her: "Little girl, don't cry. These people are so unreasonable, but everyone has a clear mind."
Gu Nuoer looked up at him and asked softly: "Uncle, what is your name?"
"My surname is Duan and my given name is Hanping. My family lives in Dongtou Alley. Where do you live? How about I take you two back first?"
She remembered the name in her heart and handed him the porridge bowl in her hand: "No, uncle, we can go home by ourselves.
Uncle will take this porridge back and drink it. We have to go home. Thank you uncle for speaking to us today!"
With that said, Gu Nuoer asked Ye Siming to give him the porridge as well.
The little guy dragged Ye Siming and ran away. Regardless of Duan Hanping calling behind him, the two of them had already run away.
When they arrived near the teahouse just now, Gu Nuoer said angrily: "These people are too outrageous. When I get back, I will tell daddy everything!"
She raised her head and said to Ye Siming: "Brother Siming, let's go and return these clothes now."
Ye Siming was noncommittal.
When the two of them arrived at the teahouse, they first took their clothes in their hands.
But when he entered the east alley, Ye Siming suddenly frowned.
The alley was unusually quiet.
At this time, the light snow was still falling, and there was only one road leading to the end of the alley, without a single footprint passing through it.
The surrounding doors are all closed.
Ye Siming was naturally alert, and he stared slightly.
Suddenly he stretched out his hand, held Gu Nuo'er in his arms, and walked forward with her in his arms.
The little guy's little hands and feet were swinging around, and she looked confused: "Brother Siming, I can walk by myself."
Ye Siming's bright eyes stared coldly ahead.
He opened his thin lips slowly, and his tone sounded very lazy: "I'm afraid you might fall again, so I'd better hold you tighter."