Su Mianyue saw that he did not dare to move, knowing that he was sensitive and inferior, so he waved at the shopkeeper boldly: "Shopkeeper, every kind of snack, oh, no! Give me only the expensive ones, don't be right!"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he knew that she was a gold digger and hurriedly agreed, "Okay, miss, just a moment."

The waiter at the side eagerly brought her to a seat with an excellent view because of what she had just said.

"What tea would the girl like to drink?" The waiter said enthusiastically.

"Tie guanyin," she said casually.

"Okay!" The waiter said and went to bring the tea.

Su Mianyue looked at the little beggar with a clean face and asked with rare patience, "Little brother, what's your name?"

"... The little boy remained silent.

"How old are you?"

"... Still silent.

"Are you from Shangjing City? Did you lose your parents? Where are you from?"

"... Or silence.

No matter what Su Mianyue asked, the little boy remained silent. Su Mianyue looked at him and thought that the little boy might be mentally ill. Alas, at such a young age, in the future...

"Miss, your snacks and tie guanyin are here!" The waiter came up with a plate and lined up the pastries on the table.

Everyone around them looked at Su Mianyue's table in surprise. A skinny girl and a sloppy child had ordered so many cakes! There was an obvious look in his eyes. He was a nouveau riche from some unknown family. He had never seen the world before. Come and have a taste.

Everyone thought and looked at them with much contempt.

Su Mianyue looked into the eyes of the crowd and did not speak. He just smiled at the little boy, "The pastries from the vegetarian fragrance studio are really good."

The little boy looked at the table full of pastries and his eyes straightened. His eyes were fixed on a piece of jujube paste pie and he could not move them. His throat moved and he kept swallowing.

Su Mianyue looked at him with a smile on his face. He picked up a piece of jujube paste pie and put it on the small plate in front of him. He smiled and said, "Eat it if you want. Don't be afraid. These are all yours. No one will take them from you."

The little boy looked at the pastry and then at Su Mianyue. After a long pause, he finally said, "Can I really eat it?"

His voice was like a pool of cold water, which made Su Mianyue feel sad for no reason.

Su Mianyue nodded and said with a smile, "This is all yours. You can eat it if you want. If you can't eat it, we'll take it with us!"

The little boy's eyes suddenly misted up, and his small hands trembled as he reached out, but when he saw the contemptuous eyes of the people around him, he timidly withdrew his hands.

"Why not?" Su Mianyue asked him.

He did not speak and lowered his head very low.

Su Mianyue knew what he cared about, smiled and said, "Little brother, in this world, don't care too much about other people's eyes. Are you starving because others see your eyes? You know, you live here for yourself, not for others."

The little boy's thin shoulders were taken aback. He looked up at her and saw her smiling sweetly with warm eyes. His nose suddenly soured and he grabbed a piece of cake and took a bite.

The little boy wolfed down the pastry like a tornado. His nose was red, his eyes were red, and Su Mianyue's heart moved slightly.

She picked up the cup and poured him a cup of tea. She said softly, "Eat slowly. Don't choke."

The little boy took the teacup, took a big gulp, and looked at Su Mianyue. His dry eyes seemed to be alive. He said to her in a hoarse voice, "Sister, thank you."

Su Mianyue frowned and reached out to touch the little boy's face, "You're welcome. You can have your fill."

The little boy's eyes turned red and he held back his tears. He silently ate the pastry. The sweet taste filled his taste buds for a moment. He did not know what to eat, but he felt that for the first time in a long time, his empty heart was full.

Su Mianyue sat across from him and watched him eat. His heart ached.

She looked at him and thought of the same thing in her previous life. At that time, she was not full or warm, and often bullied by the children in the orphanage. Fortunately, she was strong enough, so she survived step by step.

The little boy was full, and Su Mianyue asked the waiter to pack up the rest of the pastries.

The two of them walked out of the suxiangzhai. Su Mianyue looked back at the little boy and put the pastry in his arms, "Here, take it!"

The little boy looked into his arms and looked up at her in a daze.

He silently handed the packed pastry to Su Mianyue and said, "I don't want it."

Su Mianyue nodded at his forehead, "When a person is in a weak position, he must think about how he can leave his current environment and move towards a better environment. If he wants to achieve his goal, he must be hungry! He must be full to work." She said, blinking at the little boy.

The little boy hesitated for a moment and silently withdrew the pastry.

Su Mianyue took out a little bit of silver from his body and told him, "Take it. I hope to see you again next time."

The little boy looked up and asked in a mute voice, "Aren't you taking me away?"

Su Mianyue reached out to pinch his face and sighed, "I want to, but my identity is not convenient. If you can wait, wait for me at the Yihong Whorehouse. I will go there when I have time."