After taking the pulse, she also flipped the child's eyelid. The little boy muttered, "Cold, cold."
Hearing his grandson's words, the old man hurriedly covered the child with several tattered clothes from the head of the kang. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Grandpa will hold you soon, and you won't be cold anymore."
Yunyi hadn't expected this grandfather and grandson to be living such a hard life. Besides the worn-out quilt on the child, they had no other bedding. They were lying on straw, and the sight made Yunyi's eyes sting.
Her voice even choked up as she spoke, but she quickly composed herself. "What did you eat tonight?"
The old man hurriedly picked up a chipped clay pot from the side of the kang.
Yunyi went over and took a sniff, frowning deeply. "Where do you usually cook?"
The old man pointed behind the house. "On the stove we've set up at the back."
After speaking, he walked outside.
Yunyi followed him out and went behind the house.
