While talking, a seven or eight-year-old girl, carrying a basket, struggled to squeeze out the crowd and walked over.

"Mom, I'm here to deliver food to you." When I walked to the stall, the girl shouted in a crisp voice.

Rong Qingqing and Shangguan Yanran heard the sound and turned to look over.

When I saw the little girl wearing old clothes with several patches, I fell silent.

The aunt said a little embarrassedly: "Let the two girls laugh. This is my eldest daughter. Yaya, call me two sisters."

The little girl named Yaya, holding the food basket, looked at Rong Qingqing and Shangguan Yanran blankly, but she still shouted sensibly: "Hello, two sisters."

Rong Qingqing touched her double buns and smiled and said, "Yaya is so good."

Yaya smiled shyly, handed the food basket to the aunt, and got in from under the stall, "Mom, the food is still hot, let you eat milk early, don't wait until it's cold before eating, as it will hurt your stomach."

Shangguan Yanran looked at the sky and saw that it was only half afternoon now. It was still some time before evening, so she couldn't help asking: "Is it lunch or dinner?"

Yaya looked at her strangely, "We don't eat lunch, of course it's supper."

"Do you only have two meals?" Shangguan Yanran said in surprise.

The aunt hugged Yaya and said a little sadly: "We poor families only have two meals."

Shangguan Yanran fell silent.

She has always lived a wealthy life, but she didn't know that the people at the bottom only had two meals.

She thought that they could not afford meat, but at least three meals could be enough to feed, but she didn't expect that she was thinking too much.

Rong Qingqing shook her hand and understood her shock at this moment.

Shangguan Yanran suddenly untied the purse on her waist and stuffed it to Yaya, "I have some money here, I can buy you food."

The aunt's face changed. Yaya glanced at her and quickly pushed her purse back, "Thank you sister, but we can't."

When the aunt heard this, her face relaxed a little and said to Shangguan Yanran: "At the girl, she looks like a rich lady, and she is very kind-hearted, but we have hands and feet and do not need other people's gifts. If you want to buy something, we are very welcome."

Shangguan Yanran was stunned. It seemed that it was the first time she saw such a backbone person, and she couldn't speak.

Rong Qingqing admired the character of this aunt and said, "Auntie, you can consider what I just said. If you want, you can also do things in our shop."

Upon hearing this, the aunt's face calmed down slightly and she sincerely thanked her, "Thank you, girl, we will consider it."

Rong Qingqing looked at the vicissitudes on her face and the misery that was grinded by life, and couldn't help asking: "Auntie Gui Geng this year?"

The aunt looked at the two of them with smooth and clean faces, and after a while, she stuttered: "This year is twenty-five."

Shangguan Yanran widened her eyes in surprise, and never expected that she was only twenty-five years old this year.

Rong Qingqing came back to her senses and quickly apologized, "Sorry, we have bad eyes, we should call her sister."

The old lady said indifferently: "It's okay, it's the same for everything to shout."

Yaya stood beside her and listened to the conversation between the three of them in a daze.

Rong Qingqing sighed inwardly, said nothing, but bent over and carefully picked up the purse and sachet on the stall surface.

She is planning to buy a few more, which can be given to Butler Hong, Zhao Yong and others.
Chapter completed!