The age of twelve was when kids were the most playful. Yi Yun was “noticed” by Lian Chengyu because Lian Chengyu had felt he was too mature, unlike a child.
A twelve year old had to behave like a twelve year old. If he acted as one occasionally, it would reassure people that nothing was out of the norm.
“My family’s man wanted to brew that bone soup thingy, but too bad he was not able to. Kiddo Yun, you sure are lucky.” Auntie Wang said with envy.
“Ha ha, Auntie Wang, There’s still some bacon left from the one I received. I’ll give you a piece tonight.” Yi Yun said casually; he did not cherish this piece of bacon that were coveted by all these poor commoners.
Actually, Yi Yun had cut a small piece from the bacon to feed a dog. Of course, that dog did not belong to Yi Yun’s family for a poor family did not have the means to rear a dog. Even if they did, the dog would have long been slaughtered and eaten.