The young girl glanced at the clean bowl in her hand with hesitation.
She pursed her lips and wanted to drink it immediately.
However, she recalled how those who used the clean bowl were forever banned from receiving any more porridge.
"Drink it with ease." Leonard calmly said.
"I'm the one who took the clean bowl, so you won't be affected. Is that right?" He turned to the person in charge and inquired.
The person in charge remained silent, but ultimately nodded their head. They didn't know why they felt a sense of inferiority toward a mere slum man.
"See, there's no objection." Leonard urged the young girl to drink.
"Thank you, big brother." The young girl smiled lightly and hurriedly drank the porridge.
Looking at her hungry state, Leonard was filled with a mix of emotions. But pity wasn't one of them. Pitying the young girl was essentially looking down on her.
Moreover, he had his reason to treat the young girl with courtesy.
