Chapter 271： grandfather and grandson 1

Just as she was eating her mouth full of oil, Zhao Xiulan suddenly caught a glimpse of a little boy, about five or six years old, standing at the entrance of the state-run hotel, staring at her pitifully.

It seemed that Zhao Xiulan was eating too deliciously, and the little boy was greedy.

This child is skinny, even thinner than Zhao Xiuzhu, his face is dirty, and his clothes are in tatters, making him look like a little beggar.

Being stared at by a child, Zhao Xiulan felt a little embarrassed to eat again.

At this time, when the waiter of the state-run hotel saw the little boy, he ran over angrily and pushed the little boy in disgust.

The little boy was pushed to the ground at once, frowning in pain.

The waiter showed no sympathy at all, and didn't stop, instead he sneered, "Why are you running here again, you little brat? Go, go, don't disturb the guests to eat. If I find you coming over again, don't blame me for taking you. Broken legs!"

The little boy gritted his teeth and got up from the ground with some difficulty.

After Zhao Xiulan saw it, she was inexplicably sad and sympathetic.

How old is this child, it can be seen that life is hard, otherwise it would not be like this.

Zhao Xiulan rushed to the waiter, "Don't drive him away, let him come to my table for dinner!"

"Comrade, this little brat is dirty, why did you let him come in to eat? Aren't you afraid of dirty food?" The waiter didn't understand why Zhao Xiulan called the little boy to eat together.

Zhao Xiulan replied angrily, "Comrade, now this society advocates respecting the old and caring for the young, what happened to his dirty body? Do you still want to discriminate?"

Being so scolded by Zhao Xiulan, the waiter can't directly say that he is discriminating. Who wants to wear such a big hat.

Seeing that the waiter didn't speak any more, Zhao Xiulan waved to the little boy, "Little brother, come and eat!"

The little boy smelled the fragrant food, and swallowed a few more saliva in his stomach. He was not willing to refuse Zhao Xiulan. Although he was embarrassed, he walked slowly to the dining table and sat down with Zhao Xiulan.

Zhao Xiulan asked the waiter to serve another bowl of noodles.

After chatting with the little boy for a while, Zhao Xiulan learned that the little boy's name was Sun Xiaofei, and he was six years old this year, but he was actually less than five years old.

Both parents died, and he followed behind his grandfather.

Grandpa is old and has little ability. Grandpa and grandson lived very hard.

Sun Xiaofei is so skinny because he often does not have enough to eat and wear warm clothes.

After listening to Sun Xiaofei's words, Zhao Xiulan couldn't help sighing, and felt more sympathy for the child.

After a while, the waiter brought the noodles, and Zhao Xiulan greeted Sun Xiaofei to eat the noodles.

"Eat it while it's hot!" Zhao Xiulan handed over the chopsticks.

Sun Xiaofei took it shyly and said politely, "Thank you, sister!"

"You are welcome!"

Although he was small and thin, Sun Xiaofei completely ate a large bowl of noodles, and even drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl.

This appetite is even bigger than Zhao Xiulan's.

But Zhao Xiulan knew that it was because Sun Xiaofei was too hungry.

"Sister, the noodles are so delicious, I have never eaten such delicious noodles before!" Sun Xiaofei wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth and muttered with satisfaction.

Seeing the child like this, Zhao Xiulan felt more sympathetic, took another steamed bun and handed it to Sun Xiaofei, took a small plate of braised pork into Sun Xiaofei's bowl, and greeted Sun Xiaofei to eat some more, "Xiaofei, not yet. Are you full? Eat some braised pork and steamed buns, the braised pork is even better!”