The next morning at breakfast, Xiao Furen watched the little boy eating his congee with a spoon and whispered to his wife, "Is someone taking him today?"
Yuan Si looked up from her bowl and glanced at the boy across the table. "I don't know. But yesterday, when Captain Fu handed him to me, he said the boy's paternal grandmother won't take him, and his maternal grandmother lives out of town and won't be here for another two days. The food ration coupons Captain Fu gave me were for two days, too."
"My goodness, it really takes all kinds. To not even care for your own grandson... some grandmother she is." The old lady's heart had grown soft with age. Knowing what the boy had been through, she pitied his cruel fate. He was an orphan at such a young age, and now hearing that his own grandmother had rejected him, she immediately decided the woman was a real piece of work.
