Young Yang breathed a sigh of relief after Brother Li left, his posture becoming a bit more casual.
While they ate, the group chatted idly. With little else to talk about, the conversation soon drifted to the beggars peeking in from the doorway.
"I remember there weren't so many beggars on our way here. Where did all these people come from?"
Hearing Brother Baolu's question, Young Yang immediately soaked a piece of flatbread in his porridge, picked up his bowl, and walked outside. "I'll go ask them for you."
Watching his retreating figure, Gouwa said to the others, "This kid is really sensible. If he weren't going home, I'd want to take him in as my son."
"Take him in as a son? You just want to take him home as a servant to wait on you, don't you?"
Exposed by the others, Gouwa didn't mind and just laughed it off.
Seeing Young Yang emerge, the beggars at the entrance stared with longing, holding out their broken bowls. Some even began to sing beggars' ballads.
