She scooped a spoonful of steamed egg custard into the little girl's bowl, smiled softly at her, then picked up the notebook and pen on the table, slowly wrote a line, and then pushed the notebook in front of the little girl.

The little girl tilted her head to look at her, picked up the book and looked at it seriously, white and tender...

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