C924 Qing jiang fangye

Two children, a man and a woman. He was about seven or eight years old, and his delicate face was covered in oil and black filth. They were thin, their skinny bodies shivering in the cold. Wrapped in a tattered blanket, he stared straight at their roasted meat on the stone. The boy swallowed and ran his tongue over his split lips.

"Want some?" Feng asked with a smile.

The boy nodded