Grandpa Gu had great prestige in Stone Town, and he gave the stepmother a thorough scolding. However, unsurprisingly, the stepmother cursed him for quite a while in a manner akin to a rolling pin. At night, the wind indeed began to howl gradually. The north wind of winter howled, as if someone was crying. He curled up in the woodshed. He hadn’t eaten for another day. Yet, his eyes were exceptionally bright. He knew that after today, he would be free. He longed endlessly for the arrival of midnight. And just at this moment, a little figure fluttered over like a butterfly in the dark night. The moonlight that night wasn’t bright, but the outside was covered with snow, reflecting the young girl’s eyes as if they were filled with stars from the sky, dazzling. At that time, his hands were trembling. There was also a hint of defensiveness in his heart. After all, he was about to embark on a big endeavor. So, his skinny body curled up in the tattered quilt, warily watching the girl from the Gu Family. The little girl who, during the day, had protected him was not much taller than him. He knew this little girl’s name was Gu Qiaoqiao. A name thousands of times more pleasant than his own. His lips moved, but he didn’t know what to say to the little girl. He just stared blankly at Xiao Gu Qiaoqiao. And then, Xiao Gu Qiaoqiao took out a cloth bundle from her arms. She then untied the knot on it. Glancing at his living space, Xiao Gu Qiaoqiao frowned slightly, but still opened another layer of white cotton cloth inside. Then, more than ten plump, white dumplings came into his view. In the cold winter night, they were steaming slightly. Seeming unreal like a dream. Xiao Gu Qiaoqiao whispered, "These were steamed by my mom tonight, they’re sauerkraut stuffed, quite a lot of oil shuttle in them, and so fragrant, still warm, your stepmother is really something, I came over only after she fell asleep..." He stared dumbfounded at the pile of dumplings. Since he could remember, he didn’t know what dumplings tasted like because he truly had never had one. During holidays, there were never any dumplings for him at home. What he ate was still the same as usual. He was even not allowed at the dining table. In those days, life wasn’t easy for anyone. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by ɴovelfire.net Every household had many children, all raised loosely. So, to many people, as long as he was still alive, as long as the stepmother gave him a mouthful of food, a piece of clothing, and he was growing bit by bit. That was considered okay. Yet, no one knew how he was really living. He knew how dumplings were made. And knew surely dumplings were fragrant, but never had he tasted one. Especially not such plump, white steamed dumplings. Seeing him dazed, Xiao Gu Qiaoqiao, seemingly impatient, impatiently shoved them into his arms and said urgently, "Eat quickly, they’ll taste bad if they get cold." Then the little girl squatted at the door, turned her head to smile at him, and said, "I’ll watch for you, if your stepmother comes, you can hide the dumplings." Just then, the wind outside grew stronger. He finally couldn’t resist the temptation of the big steamed dumplings in front of him. Grabbed one and shoved it into his mouth. After just a few chews, he almost swallowed it whole. Startling Xiao Gu Qiaoqiao. The little girl anxiously looked around, seemingly searching for water, but not finding any, she quickly said, "Don’t rush, eat slowly..."