The boy held the White Jade Bowl as if it were a treasure, afraid it might get a scratch or bump.
He looked around the room but couldn't find a good place to hide it.
In the end, the boy got the bowl dirty and sighed, "Sorry, little bowl, I'll have to get you dirty for now."
Placed openly among a pile of bowls, he believed no one would suspect a bowl.
The boy looked at the big bag of rice that appeared, showing a sunny smile he hadn't shown in a long time.
The days to come suddenly had hope.
"Will she come back?"
"She said she'd come back for the little bowl when I grow up and can earn money on my own."
"So, she'll come back, right?"
"Hehe," the boy chuckled softly, "I should grow up fast."
...
Little Taotie returned to the skyscraper, and the Artifact Spirit hummed, "Didn't even think to bring me something! Not even a chicken bone left!"
Little Taotie stuck out his tongue, "Next time, next time!"
The Artifact Spirit was angry, "You say that every time!"
