Shen Meng carried Yaoyao home, the little girl was sobbing sadly, pitifully, and Shen Meng shielded her as she took a golden egg tart from her pocket.
"Yaoyao, stop crying. Look what Auntie brought for you, a fragrant and sweet little egg tart. Do you want to take a bite?"
"Auntie, I want my mom. My mom is going to be beaten, Auntie."
Shen Meng reached out and touched Yaoyao's hair.
"Yaoyao, don't worry, your mom won't be beaten. With your little aunt and Grandma Guo there, nothing will happen to your mom. Stop crying, take a bite, it's really sweet. When your brothers return from school, they will come and play at Auntie's house; my poor thing, don't shed tears like little pearls anymore. Tonight, Auntie will cook something delicious for you, okay?"
