Qin Yiling sighed in his heart: Alas, they are all poor.
She looked. Her grandparents and grandchildren were sitting next to her, and the rest were sitting on the other side. Those people were more or less eating dry food to supplement their physical strength.
It seems that only the grandparents and grandchildren around her sit quietly.
Looking at the thin bodies of her grandparents and grandchildren, the little boy has become a big head doll. Qin Yiling's heart is more unbearable. She can't see the picture of the suffering of the old man and children.
So she inadvertently moved a few steps to the position where her grandparents and grandchildren were sitting. Then, while everyone was not paying attention, she took a compressed cookie and two chocolates and quickly stuffed them into the little boy's arms.
Although the compressed biscuit is just a square piece as big as a fist, it has a thickness of three fingers, and the compressed content is definitely several times the appearance size.
So a compressed biscuit is enough for their grandparents and grandchildren. If they cook compressed biscuits in water, there should be more expanded food.
The little boy looked at the things that suddenly came out of his arms, and his eyes widened. Then he covered the things in his arms flustered and nervous, and looked around with a guilty face, afraid of being seen.
He blinked at Qin Yiling. His eyes were especially bright. He knew that the thing was given to him by his beautiful sister.
He was at a loss. It seemed that he was facing such a thing for the first time, but the beautiful sister turned her head and didn't even look at him.
He couldn't help touching grandma with her eyes closed.
The old woman opened her eyes and looked at her skinny little grandson. She felt bitter. She didn't know whether their grandparents and grandchildren could support their relatives.
The little boy spread his hand and revealed what was on his leg.
The old woman's turbid eyes lit up in an instant and quickly covered things with her hands again.
She knew whose it was at first sight, because she had seen the girl eat it.
Thinking of this, she looked gratefully at Qin Yiling who was wiping the Swiss knife, trembled a few times, and finally swallowed.
She can't speak, or let others know, it will certainly cause trouble for the girl. After all, no matter how much food she eats, it's not enough for those people.
While everyone was still resting, the old woman quickly opened the paper outside the chocolate and fed it to her little grandson. Although she didn't know what to eat, she guessed that the other party would not harm their grandparents and grandchildren.
After all, there is nothing profitable for their grandparents and grandchildren.
The little boy quickly chewed the chocolate in his mouth. There was a touch of joy on his little face. It was a little bitter, but there was a touch of sweet taste. It was delicious!
Seeing that grandma didn't eat, he immediately tore open the gold foil and stuffed a black chirping ball into Grandma's mouth.
The old woman was unprepared for a moment, so she was stuffed into her mouth by her little grandson. She immediately closed her mouth and refused to eat, but the little grandson seemed to be determined to let her eat, and pushed it into her mouth.
She wanted to say that she was not hungry. She didn't eat. She kept it until her little grandson was hungry, but she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, good things would be swallowed by herself.
"Grandma, eat!"
The old woman noticed that someone looked at them and was afraid of being found. She had to open her mouth and eat the good food into her mouth, but she didn't dare to swallow it indiscriminately. Wouldn't that spoil the good food.