Xiaoqi's fair, tender face was flushed, and he was having fun. He swayed his short legs as he sat on the bench with Huo Ci to rest. He picked up some cotton candy and brought it to his mouth. "Grandpa, have some."
"I'm not eating that. What the hell is that?" Huo Ci showed contempt. When he opened his mouth, the child stuffed the cotton candy inside. He tried it, and it was sweet and fragrant. It seemed to taste good.
When passersby saw the duo on the long bench, they could not help but take a few more glances.
The little child looked very exquisite. He was as fair as a porcelain doll and he was shaking his legs as he ate the cotton candy.
When the little packrat was not paying attention, the parent sitting beside him quickly plucked a ball of cotton candy and stuffed it into his mouth as though nothing had happened.