Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

There are seventy-eight coins in total. If we divide it into two, there will be thirty-nine coins left.

Waiya didn't buy bran with Pei Xiaohai this time, she had already bought a lot.

She put the money into her small cloth bag, stuffed it into her arms, and patted it twice through her clothes. Suddenly, she had a desire:

"Did you hear the uncle at the wonton stall just now shouting? How much did he say for a bowl of meat wontons?"

"Five cents, more expensive than meat buns and candied haws."

Pei Xiaohai felt that it was not worth it. The wonton skin was so thin, and a bowl of it was not as thick as a steamed bun. There was only a small piece of meat filling, not as big as a steamed bun. It was sold so expensively just with a bowl of fragrant soup. The most important thing was that she didn't eat meat and didn't want to spend money, but she felt sad when she saw others eating it. She was not sad for the meat she didn't recognize, but for herself.

That kind of sadness comes suddenly. My nose feels sore and my mouth keeps drooling.

The feeling is even stronger when watching children of the same age as you eat.

To put it in a nutshell, that feeling is greed.

Waiya often has the same feeling, but today, she decided to satisfy herself.

"Come with me to buy a bowl. I really want to eat it. I can share two with you."

"I don't eat meat." After saying this, Pei Xiaohai still accompanied her.

It was still the same wonton stall. There were already three customers there, but it wasn't too busy. Because the weather was cold, the wontons could be packed in advance and if someone wanted them, they could just be cooked, but not all of them could be made ready-made.

Some customers think that freshly wrapped ones are tastier and better, and these customers are one of them.

When Pei Xiaohai and Waiya arrived, the stall owner had just scooped the last bowl of wontons into a bowl and brought it to the table.

I turned around and saw them standing in front of the pot, a little surprised:

"Why are you back? Did you lose your money?"

Of course not.

Waiya rarely buys things for herself, and she felt a little embarrassed, so she lowered her voice: "I want a bowl of wontons, with meat. Is it five cents?"

"It's five cents, but..." the stall owner hesitated, "Have you told your parents?"

Some unlucky children who are greedy and playful will steal family money to buy things. If their families find out later, the children will definitely be beaten. Sometimes the sellers will inevitably have to argue with the children's parents. It's not troublesome enough.

Besides, Waiya doesn't look like someone who can afford to eat out. Pei Xiaohai's clothes are better, but looking at her strange pair of straw sandals, one would wonder if her clothes were given to her by someone else or stolen from somewhere.

Plus they both have messy short hair.

The stall owner was really a little hesitant to sell to them.

Pei Xiaohai was still trying to figure out what to say when Waiya started talking: "I'll tell you, Mom and Dad were so happy to see the money that they gave us five coins to buy wontons. Uncle, could you put half in a bowl and half in this bamboo tube? We want to take some back for Mom and Dad."

As Waiya spoke, she showed him the bamboo tube filled with water and took out the five cents she had prepared long ago.

Seeing how sincere she was in her words, the stall owner believed her and thought they were sensible and filial. "Okay, I'll give you some more soup."

He was reluctant to give up the wontons, but soup was better, just a spoonful of water.

"Thank you, uncle." Waiya smiled sweetly.

The water in the bamboo tube had frozen a little. After pouring it out, it was not completely poured out. While the stall owner was fiddling with the bamboo tube with his head down, Pei Xiaohai hurriedly took off the bag containing the money and put it in his arms.

Afraid that his lie would be exposed, he walked very carefully, worried that the coin would ring like a bell.

She could take off the jewelry with bells and leave them at home, but she couldn't bring the money she had home.

Waiya also touched her purse through her clothes.

The two children's cunning eyes met each other. They had deceived an adult who was much older than themselves and accomplished what they wanted to do. While feeling guilty, they also felt a little secretly proud and thought they were very smart.

The wonton stall owner also divided the half bowl of wontons into two bowls and served them to them.

Pei Xiaohai pushed her bowl to Waiya as well.

Waiya pushed it back again: "This half is for you."

Pei Xiaohai was a little greedy when she smelled the wontons, but she still didn't eat them. She gave them all to her: "I don't eat meat, you can eat them yourself, I want this bowl of soup."

Waiya: "Really not eating?"

Little Pei nodded.

"Then I'll eat it." Waiya greeted, and then picked up a wonton and blew on it without any hesitation, drank some soup, and carefully bit its skin.

The only thing in my eyes was the wontons. I stared at them, eating them happily and forgetting everything else.

The stall owner felt uncomfortable watching them and thought to himself, what kind of child doesn't eat meat?

So he opened his mouth and asked Pei Xiaohai: "Are you her sister?"

It is common sense that older siblings should take care of their younger siblings on behalf of their parents. If a child does not do this, people will think he or she is ignorant. If a child does exceptionally well but has some unsatisfactory aspects in his or her life, people will feel more pity for him or her.

Pei Xiaohai and Waiya have never asked each other how old they are or when they were born, so it's hard to say who is older.

But judging from appearance alone, Pei Xiaohai is taller than Waiya. She has grown very fast recently and has a lot to do. She is often hungry, and because she has to steal steamed buns for Waiya, she feels embarrassed to eat more, so the baby fat on her face has also disappeared a lot. Standing with Waiya, she really looks like a pair of ill-fated sisters.

But Waiya felt that she was the older sister and she had to worry about much more than Pei Xiaohai.

Little Pei likes to be given to, she wants to be a younger sister.

But... they felt that there was nothing wrong in agreeing with the stall owner.

"Yes, I am the older sister." Pei Xiaohai responded.

Waiya looked up at him while eating.

There was innocence and innocence in the eyes of both of them.

The stall owner looked at them with some sadness: "You are a good sister."

What about the younger sister? She is probably the one who is loved by her older sister.

The stall owner walked around twice without any further news. When the three customers left, he picked up the bowl and looked. Not a single wonton was left. Seeing that the girl was still slurping up the soup, he couldn't bear it anymore. He lifted the lid of the pot, grabbed a handful of wonton wrappers and threw them in to boil. Then he waved to Pei Xiaohai and said, "Come here, kid. These are for you."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Little Pei happily went over with the bowl in his hand.

This brought back some memories. It seemed like she had stood by the pot and eaten the noodles before, but the soup was definitely not made with bones, and it wasn't as delicious. No wonder she couldn't remember it. Everyone only gave the little nun vegetarian food, except Aunt Pei...

This place seems to be quite close to the Pei family.

Little Pei was eating the delicious, hot noodles and thinking about the family that was actually very unfamiliar to her.

The stall owner asked them with a smile if the food tasted good.

Little Pei praised it highly: "It's delicious, there's nothing better."

Her memory of eating became clearer.

Waiya also looked very satisfied, sweating all over her forehead as she ate. "I've never eaten anything so delicious before. My stomach feels so warm after eating it."

She was almost reluctant to give the other half to Uncle Yu to eat.

But when she thought about how she had stolen so much firewood and her second uncle hadn't said anything to her, she held back.

The stall owner was so amused that he burst into laughter.

The passersby were actually tempted by their words, and one or two of them came in and sat down.