An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

There was a hint of pleading in his voice, and his eyes revealed his desire for food, but he was also a little embarrassed because he was asking for help.

He knew that his mother and sister at home were hungry. If he could exchange them for steamed buns, at least each of them could get one. If they ate sparingly, one steamed bun could last him two days.

Although this simple wish made him feel a little ashamed, hunger still overcame his little dignity. The thought of letting his whole family eat steamed buns lingered in his mind, driving him to muster up the courage to make this request to Jing Chunxi.

Jing Chunxi was not surprised when he heard this. Instead, he admired his carefulness and filial piety.

She nodded slightly, then instructed Chun Tao beside her: "Buy him three meat buns and a few steamed buns."

Chuntao said "Hey" and walked quickly towards the shop.

The little beggar had never expected such an outcome. When he saw such a good thing happening, he knew he had met a good person.

He quickly bowed to Jing Chunxi and said respectfully, "Thank you, Miss." His behavior was neither humble nor arrogant, and he was very polite and seemed particularly decent. He did not look like a six or seven-year-old child from an ordinary family at all.

If he were an ordinary farmer's child, he would have been so moved that he would have knelt down and kowtowed.

Chuntao also felt pity for the little beggar, so in addition to the three meat buns, she also bought six large steamed buns.

The little beggar took the big bag of oil-paper packets handed to him by Chuntao, swallowed his saliva, and didn't even eat one himself first.

Instead, he didn't care that the buns were still steaming, and hurriedly stuffed them into his arms.

He held the bulge in his clothes tightly with both hands, fearing that the steamed bun would be snatched away. He shivered and pretended to look cold on his face.

But seeing that several people were staring at him, the little beggar stood up straight again in embarrassment and relaxed his expression a little.

He wanted to leave immediately, but after hesitating for a moment, he turned and walked towards Xiaoman and stretched out his right hand.

He still had a handful of copper coins in his hand. Although he was reluctant to give them up, he knew that he should not take the wages anymore.

If he hadn't seen Jing Chunxi's kindness, he would have slipped away like a little loach when no one was paying attention.

When you can’t even get enough to eat, how can you care about anything else?

Xiao Man looked at Jing Chunxi and saw that the young lady did not say anything or object.

Xiao Man then whispered to the little beggar, "I'll give it all to you. Take it."

The little beggar probably didn't expect this to happen again. He was a little dazed for a moment, but he really wanted the money.

He hesitated for a moment, then bowed again to Jing Chunxi and the others, saying, "On weekdays, when I have nothing to do, I usually sit where I was earlier in the morning, but I might change seats in the afternoon. If you need any errands from the young lady, feel free to ask me for them."

After saying this, seeing Jing Chunxi nod, he hugged his stomach, pretended to be cold as before, and hurried away, disappearing in a flash.

Chun Tao watched his back running away and couldn't help complaining, "If the buns weren't so expensive, I would have given him a few more."

Tang Shuang caught her saying this and asked curiously, "How much is one? It can't be an exorbitant price, right?"

She thought of the officials who cheated people to death during her exile, and how a white flour bun cost only twenty cents. If she had not been a criminal in the General's Mansion at that time, she would have wanted to curse loudly.

Chuntao replied angrily, "How many coins? Didn't you hear him say he only wanted one steamed bun and wouldn't take twenty coins?"

Except for Tang Shuang who didn't realize what the little beggar had just said, Jing Chunxi and the other two had already understood it.

Frosting frowned and asked again, "Ah! Impossible? Twenty cents isn't enough?"

Chun Tao looked as angry as Tang Shuang: "I'm afraid the price of food here has risen to more than one catty and one tael of silver. A steamed bun costs two hundred coins, and a meat bun costs three hundred coins.

That paper bag of buns and steamed buns cost me almost two taels of silver, and it made me so sad."

Chuntao's furrowed brows startled Tang Shuang, who exclaimed, "Young Master, if everything in Xunyang City is this pricey, we can't afford it! Our Qingshan Manor is still the best place. Let's go home quickly."

I won't eat steamed buns or steamed bread anymore. Let's start cooking porridge tomorrow! I won't ask for meat anymore.

Why doesn't Chuntao treat the silver as silver? Did the silver come from the wind? Ah! Ah! Ah! Why did you give so much to that little beggar?

Then he got so angry that he hit Chuntao hard, which scared Chuntao so much that she staggered and almost fell. Xiaoman quickly supported her.