Da Liu gave a weak smile and lifted his emaciated hand slightly, "I'm not hungry, you all eat this, eating will give you strength."
These words made the children's tears fall even more fiercely.
"We still have some, Brother Da Liu, you eat..." Gouzi didn't want to shed tears for fear of making Da Liu sad, but no matter how he controlled it, the tears kept falling.
The other children nodded one after another, even though their stomachs ached from hunger.
Seeing the sad looks on his younger siblings, Da Liu eventually nodded reluctantly, using all his strength to sit up, attempting to hold the bowl himself, but his arm fell weakly as soon as he lifted it.
"Brother Da Liu, I'll feed you," Gouzi quickly said.
Then, with trembling hands, he brought the bowl to Da Liu's mouth, feeding him carefully.
Da Liu only drank two sips before a violent cough interrupted him, and the wild vegetable soup he had just swallowed was all spat out the next moment.
