Is the beginning of a catastrophe? The little farm cook is raising a family with a full warehouse.

The little beggar knew that Jiang Yu was a strong man and was afraid of getting beaten up, so he didn't continue to add fuel to the fire, but he still had a pout on his face, looking very unconvinced.

Jiang Yu rubbed his back teeth, and his desire to beat someone up became even more urgent. Otherwise, if he hadn't considered that there were so many passers-by, he would have taken advantage of the situation and it would have been embarrassing. He would have probably taken action long ago.

Cheng Yuntao took two steps forward and stared at the little beggar seriously. "I just heard people around here talking about you. They said you used to steal things a lot?"

"Yes! I'm a beggar, I have no parents, I can't even get enough to eat by begging, so I have to find a way to make money to spend?" The little beggar rolled his eyes at Cheng Yuntao unhappily, as if he thought she was looking for trouble.

"You little brat! Watch your eyes! Try squinting again?!" Jiang Yu poked the little beggar's forehead, signaling him to correct his attitude.

Cheng Yuntao didn't get angry with him. She could see that this little beggar had been wandering the streets for a long time and had developed many sharp thorns to protect himself. When dealing with people, he would always put on the most unreasonable and troublesome appearance to force others to retreat.

If you let your temper get you involved, the rhythm will be disrupted.

Cheng Yuntao untied her purse, handed it to the little beggar, and motioned him to look inside.

"Since you often steal and use it as a means of making a living, you should be very good at observing people's expressions and judging their identities and strengths."

"Then why did you steal my sister's purse? Look at it, there is no money in it, only some small bamboo items."

Jiang Yu also looked inside the open purse and saw some small bamboo crickets and butterflies, which were all little toys to make children happy.

"Hey, you're in trouble, kid! Not only did we catch you red-handed, but there's nothing valuable in the stolen purse."

I thought the little beggar would be angry and embarrassed about this, but unexpectedly he looked calm and not surprised at all, as if he had known it for a long time.

After noticing this, Cheng Yuntao asked in confusion, "Judging from your reaction, you already knew there was nothing valuable in this purse?"

"Yes! You all look so dusty and tired. Except for this tall guy who's dressed elegantly, the rest of you are all wearing ordinary clothes. You don't even have a decent pearl flower on your head. You can only pick wild flowers from the roadside to decorate it. It's really shabby!"

The little beggar glanced at the wilted little flower in Cheng Yuntao's hair and shook his head in disdain: "If I was after money, I wouldn't touch this purse."

Cheng Yuntao reached out and took down the small flower pinned in her hair. The petals, which were originally plump and covered with dew, were now drooping listlessly, no longer as bright and beautiful as they were in the early morning.

This little flower was given to her by Xiaoli when they were on the road this morning. Cheng Yuntao raised her hand and gently stroked the withered flower. There was only pity in her eyes, and no embarrassment at all.

Jiang Yu was tall and standing next to Cheng Yuntao, he could only see her lowered head but not the expression on her face.

Her jet-black hair fell behind her, tied in a simple bun. A few strands of hair fell around her fair neck, highlighting her fair skin. Her figure was slender but not frail. Her dress, though well-worn, still held an elegant aura, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze.

Seeing that Cheng Yuntao didn't say a word, Jiang Yu thought that she was affected by the little beggar's words and was in a bad mood.

As a result, Jiang Yu looked at the little beggar with an increasingly unfriendly look.

Cheng Yuntao pinned the wildflower back into her hair and said calmly, "So what if I don't have a luxurious hairpin? Wildflowers have their own beauty. Although they may not be as expensive as pearls and jade, they have the charm of nature."

Jiang Yu didn't expect her to say that. He was touched and his blinking speed inadvertently quickened, as if trying to hide the waves quietly rising in his heart.

"Since you look down on us, why do you go to all this trouble?"

Cheng Yuntao couldn't understand why the other party would go through all this trouble since they knew there was nothing valuable in the purse.

"I'm happy!"

Obviously, the little beggar did not intend to answer this question properly and just made up an excuse.

"What's your name?" Cheng Yuntao was not irritated by her attitude, but suddenly changed the subject.

The little beggar probably could never have imagined that this stranger, whom he had only met once, would actually ask his name.

"You...why are you asking this? What does my name have to do with you?"

"If I'm happy today, I'll be called Zhang San. If I'm unhappy tomorrow, I'll be called Er Gou. I change my name every day!"

Not only was the little beggar unwilling to tell the truth, but he kept making faces and looked very naughty.

Jiang Yu couldn't stand it any longer: "Yun Tao, you're just too good-tempered. This kid has a very sharp tongue. If someone says one thing, he'll retort three times."

"When dealing with this kind of guy, fists are the best. Don't worry about his name. Otherwise, I'll just beat him up and vent my anger first!"

As he was speaking, Jiang Yu grabbed the little beggar's collar with one hand, clenched his fist with the other, and pretended to swing at him.

The little beggar's thin body shook violently, his shoulders subconsciously raised high, his dirty little hands tightly grasped his tattered clothes, and he looked like a frightened cub.

Cheng Yuntao knew Jiang Yu's abilities. This punch was powerful. They had just arrived in Junhua City today and there was no need to cause trouble over such a small matter, not to mention that there were so many eyes watching them.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yuntao hurriedly reached out to try to stop his actions. When she placed her arm, her fingers slightly closed together, and the warm touch spread through the thin fabric.

Jiang Yu's body stiffened slightly, and when he turned around, he saw Cheng Yuntao's concerned eyes. She shook her head to indicate not to be impulsive, her black hair swaying slightly, and her eyes full of joy made it impossible to refuse.

Seeing her pleading, Jiang Yu stopped what he was doing, snorted coldly, and pushed the little beggar in front of Cheng Yuntao, signaling him to answer the question properly.

Seeing that he was out of danger, the little beggar's tense body gradually relaxed.

Cheng Yuntao saw all of this. This little beggar was not as fearless as he appeared to be. He was just showing off.

"Don't be afraid. I asked your name just to know how to address you. You don't want others to keep calling you a beggar, do you?"

"If you don't want to tell me your real name, you can choose a code name you like."

Cheng Yuntao looked at the little beggar sincerely, waiting for his answer.

The little beggar lowered his head and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito, almost inaudible: "Shaobing..."

The voice was timid, like a light feather that could be blown away by the wind at any time, or like a trickle of water blocked by a huge rock, which could only seep out a little bit from the cracks in the stone with difficulty.

Cheng Yuntao didn't quite hear clearly, and even lowered her body a little: "What did you say? Shaobing? Are you hungry and want to eat Shaobing?"