"Sister, it's time to eat." Gao Zhiming struggled to drag Anna's body out of the trash heap.
Although Anna was a teenage girl and very light, she was still too heavy for nine-year-old Gao Zhiming.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Gao Zhiming opened the plastic bag and used his fingers to pick up some lamb, placing it in Anna's mouth. He held Anna's chin and moved it back and forth, trying to make her chew the meat, but it had no effect.
In the end, Gao Zhiming helplessly took the meat out of her mouth, chewed it into a pulp, and then spat it back into Anna's mouth. He had seen someone do this once while he was homeless, feeding a baby, and had found the sight strange enough to remember.
After feeding her the lamb, Gao Zhiming, worried she might still be hungry, tore some scraps of meat from the chicken bones and fed them to her as well.
