When Jiang Feng was packing up, he saw a pair of eyes.
It was a little girl in tattered clothes, staring longingly at the food truck.
The little girl had beautiful, watery eyes.
From her slightly messy hair and somewhat dirty school uniform, it was evident that she came from an impoverished family.
After all, Jiang Feng was an adult and had an accurate read on people.
He picked up a disposable carton and scooped five ice cream balls from the ice cream box, filling the carton to the brim.
Then, he walked over to the little girl.
"Little girl, this box of ice cream is for you," Jiang Feng said, handing the ice cream over.
The little girl gazed at the ice cream but shook her head. "I don't want it."
"It's free. There's some ice cream left over, and if I don't deal with it, it'll melt, which isn't good for the food truck."
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person," Jiang Feng said with a gentle smile.
