Of course, the portion given to this little child wasn’t one of those half-pound servings; it was just a small amount left over that she had put into a little bottle for herself as a snack, weighing no more than a few ounces.
Now seeing the child’s sweet mouth and that he had been woken from a sound sleep, she thought about the hardships of travel for a child and took it out to give to him.
The child hesitated, looking at the elderly woman.
"Grandma, can I take the sister’s stuff?"
The lid was on tight; no smell could escape. Chiang Xiao held the bottle in her hand, and no one could tell what was inside. But in those times, snacks were still quite precious, and the grandma thought they were treats Hu Xibing had bought for Chiang Xiao—how could she let Xiao Sun ask for them?
"Of course not, if you ate it, what would the sister have?"
The child immediately looked somewhat disappointed but still politely said to her, "Sister, thank you, I don’t need it."
Such understanding from a child of merely four or five years old.
Chiang Xiao quickly went over, stuffed the bottle into his hand, and gently touched his head, saying, "Go ahead and eat, Sister has more in her backpack."
"Little Tiger, thank your sister," the grandma said gratefully to Chiang Xiao, "Young lady, we’re also going to the provincial city to visit relatives; Little Tiger’s dad is a Supervisor Guard in the alliance team, and we’re heading there."
Chiang Xiao was taken aback.
No way? What a coincidence, to have run into a family member of Tyrant Meng’s teammate?
"Grandma, I want to sit with sister," Little Tiger said quietly, holding the bottle and then staring at a middle-aged couple sitting opposite Chiang Xiao.
The middle-aged couple found Little Tiger adorable, and understanding his look, they couldn’t help but smile. "Alright, shall we switch seats with you?"
"Thank you, uncle, thank you, auntie!" Little Tiger immediately smiled happily.
And so, the grandmother and child took seats across from Chiang Xiao.
Hu Xibing had not returned yet, and as the train continued to clatter forward, Chiang Xiao’s conversation with her new neighbors became quieter because the night grew deep, lulling many passengers back to sleep.
The grandmother’s surname was Shi, and she was Little Tiger’s grandma. Aunt Shi’s son was called Lei Jiasheng, "My son is part of the Second Squad in District 157, and he hasn’t come home in two years. I’m taking Little Tiger to see him; otherwise, I’m afraid Little Tiger will forget what his dad looks like."
Aunt Shi liked Chiang Xiao and struck up a conversation with her, feeling they had a rapport.
Chiang Xiao felt the world was incredibly small; she never expected that Aunt Shi’s son was not only from District 157 but also in the same alliance team as Tyrant Meng.
She hesitated for a moment before telling the truth.
"Aunt Shi, what a coincidence, the person I... am going to visit is also from the Second Squad in District 157."
Aunt Shi was surprised, "Really? Oh my, that’s too much of a coincidence, too much! Young lady, what’s your name? You are visiting your brother, aren’t you? Oh my, your family must be pretty good, one brother has retired, and another is still a Supervisor Guard, right?"
Such a family seemed truly blessed, with a good lineage of upright children.
Aunt Shi thought that Chiang Xiao’s brother must also be young, possibly even a member of her son’s squad. With this connection, she felt even closer to Chiang Xiao.
This was the second time someone had mistaken Meng Xinian for her brother.
Chiang Xiao smiled, pursed her lips, and simply said, "No, not my brother."