Feihao walked over to Grandpa Liu with the boldness of a child who knew she had something to offer and could handle any challenges thrown at her.
She had survived in the streets, so, what was going to shake her?
The elderly man looked up from his newspaper, adjusting his glasses. His face was thin, but the lines around his mouth hinted at humor rather than bitterness.
"Hello, Grandpa Liu, how are you doing? Here are some fruits I brought over." Feihao greeted him as she presented the fruits over to him and he received them, politely. "May I play a game of chess with you Grandpa Liu?"
The old man blinked, surprised placing the fruits over to the side. A slow smile crept across his face. "You know how to play chess, little miss?"
