As Rasto was thinking this, a boy carefully ran over with two squid skewers in hand.
His deep brown hair covered his head like a pot lid, "Mister, are you hungry? Would you like to eat?"
Rasto revealed a terrifying smile on his face, he gently shook his head, "No need, you eat it."
Seeing this, the boy extended his hand offering the snack forward, a bashful smile on his face. "If you're hungry, eat this. My mother has already prepared dinner at home, I know how uncomfortable it feels to be hungry."
Rasto was about to say something when he saw the light scars on the boy's hand, fresh waves of anger surged within him. "How's your hand? Who did this?"
The boy sheepishly withdrew his hand. "I cut it by accident when I was helping my mother string the fishing net, but that was in the past. I haven't had to weave fishing nets for a long time."
Hearing this, the anger on Rasto's face slowly dissipated. "A child of a poor family as well."
