"Big brother, there's some delicious food today!"

A seven- or eight-year-old girl came running with her hands tightly to her chest. She looked as she was holding something valuable in her palm.

The wounded boy raised his head, and a gentle smile flashed across his immature face. "Shanshan!"

"Eat quickly!" The little girl reached out her hand, inside of which was a white, fat, steamed stuffed bun. "It's meat! Meat!" The little girl's eyebrows were ...