There is a smell of old rice, not fresh.
But looking at how fast my cousin is eating, a child without a mother really seems pitiable.
Even this thin porridge, tasteless as it is, he eats with relish.
The cooking isn't even done properly. At the very least, it should have been made into preserved egg and lean pork porridge.
Or perhaps a minced pork porridge. Just plain porridge like this, the rice not even fully cooked, is a disappointment.
If it were at home, it would be a definite dismissal.
But now, looking at the chubby little girl, he really couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh.
On their journey, they had seen many children. Dressed in wrinkly clothes and looking filthy, but the little girl wasn't, dressed in a little skirt, sandals, with cute baby fat and sweet braids, very adorable.
He managed to slowly sip, forcing himself to finish it in the end.