You Guang held the pig trotter, feeling a bit at a loss.
She really couldn't ignore Zhuang Xiaoxiao's longing gaze at the pig trotter beside her...
Even though these packed dishes were meant for the animals, they were still warm and clean.
The dishes were not unfit for human consumption.
Zhuang Xiaoxiao looked like she wanted to eat the pig trotter even more than these dogs did; she didn't know whether to share some with her or not.
Children in orphanages have endured far too many strange looks from a young age; they are mostly sensitive in nature. If she gave it to her rashly, she feared that she might feel insulted.
Her friend was the rich Zhuang Yijing, not the orphan Zhuang Xiaoxiao.
"Do you want to eat this pig trotter?" After thinking for a while, she asked Zhuang Xiaoxiao.
"Can I eat it?" Zhuang Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up.
"You can eat it, but this was brought over for the animals, you know?"
"I know."
