Hutou was happily gnawing away, his eyes fixed on the fire pit, and asked: "Auntie, can I have another skewer later?"
Ming Mei: "Of course, we'll eat all the ones we're roasting here."
Hutou's eyes disappeared into his smile as he said softly: "That's great, but, but, but, aren't we saving any for Grandpa and the others?"
Though he was a glutton, this child wasn't selfish - he was quite thoughtful.
Ming Mei: "We will! Isn't your grandmother catching more? We'll roast those when we get back home. If we took these pre-roasted ones back, they wouldn't taste as good. We'll make fresh ones for them at home."
Hutou let out an "Oh!" of understanding, and became extremely happy at the thought of getting to eat more.
Zhao Guihua looked at Ming Mei and then at the two children, all with dancing eyes, and she had to sigh - these days, being able to eat some meat was truly what made people happiest.
