Xibao, with his fat cheeks covered in crumbs, pushes forward a chunk of pea yellow cake that he has gnawed on, now sticky with saliva. "Grandpa, eat?" he asked, assuming the elderly leader would want some.
Feng Qingxue was mortified. She hurriedly said, "Xibao, give Grandpa a good piece."
"Oh!" Xibao withdrew the gnawed cake, shoved it into his own mouth, and waddled over to the little tea table. Standing on his tiptoes, he picked out two pieces of the cake from the plate, one in each hand. He held them up to compare the sizes, then handed the slightly bigger cake to the elderly leader. "Grandpa, eat!"
Everybody thought he was thoughtfully giving the bigger piece to the leader and couldn't help praising him: "That's a good boy, Xibao!"