The sight before her even made her eyes widen; not to mention having seen such food before, she had never even laid eyes on it. Since she was little, all she had was dry steamed buns and water. If the Jiang family ever felt like tormenting her, she wouldn't even have these to eat.
"Sit down and eat, have plenty," Su Zhiruan told the three children as they took their seats for the meal.
With chopsticks in hand, the little girl looked at Su Zhiruan in amazement, like a frightened little rabbit.
At home, she wasn't allowed to eat at the table; she could only sneak a few bites in the kitchen when Jiang's mother wasn't paying attention. If she was caught, she'd be met with a beating.
"Why aren't you eating?" Su Zhiruan rubbed her hair gently, soft and thin—an indication of malnutrition. So she took the initiative to put some meat into the girl's bowl, "Eat more so you can grow taller."