It's not until he smells the food that he realizes just how grumbly his stomach has gotten. He's practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, taking in the sights and smells.

He's glad Zhui-gege has a best friend. He knows well that family doesn't have to mean blood. And he certainly approves of someone as loud and boisterous-sounding as Jingyi. Before he can say so, he's squirming and laughing as Zhui-gege tickles him and he tries to wriggle away, hiding behind the boy's legs.

"I bet I could be louder!" his face scrunches in a mischievous grin.

"Mm... anything? Can I have a steamed bun? Oh- or a roasted sweet potato?"