Xiao Wu understood that the Lady didn't want him causing trouble. Her status was special, so he shouldn't act impulsively. It was just that—
He suppressed his anger, glanced again at the weeping woman and child, and pulled out his own half-piece of flatbread. "That woman and child are in a sorry state," he said. "I'll give them mine."
Liang Wan smiled faintly and handed him her own dry flatbread. "Keep yours. Take this."
Xiao Wu took it. 'The Lady must feel sorry for them too,' he thought. "Alright."
Liang Wan climbed onto her horse and settled herself. "Give it to the man."
Xiao Wu stopped in his tracks, stunned. 'I wanted to beat that man up! Why would the Lady want to give him food?'
Seeing him just standing there, dumbfounded, Liang Wan prompted, "Give it to him, and then we'll leave."
His face dark, Xiao Wu reluctantly walked up to the man. "This is for you," he said sullenly.
Free flatbread?
The passing refugees all stopped, their faces filled with desperate longing.
