"Old Iyitong, how dare you steal my corn!"
Having said that, Ayuli reached out his hand to snatch the food from the old man's hands.
Old Iyitong, while hunching over to dodge, frantically stuffed the corn into his mouth, stuttering as he babbled.
"Young Ayuli, haven't you stolen enough corn from my family? Give me back just one cob, I haven't eaten in so long!... By the way, is the war over? Did only a few of you return? Where is my little Iyitong?"
At these words, Ayuli suddenly stopped his hand. He scratched his head, sighed, and took two steps back, crouching in front of the clay pot, muttering something.
Seeing this, Old Iyitong also stopped eating his corn. He looked at Ayuli, trembling as he asked.
"My little Iyitong?... He..."
Ayuli didn't make a sound and hesitated for a long while before nodding.