Layer after layer of white clouds parted the pitch-black fog, and in the distance, a scarlet sun faintly rose, illuminating the dawn.

"Big Brother Xiao, you're here so early!" the young waiter called out to the man carrying a basket of firewood.

The man's name is Xiao Mo, which suits him well. Silent and few words are his nature. He came to Anping County three years ago and has been making a living by selling firewood.

At this moment, Xiao Mo set down the shoulder pole, wiped off the sweat, grinned at Xiao Lin, and picked up some firewood, asking, "Should I still put it in the backyard?"

"Yes, the old place!" After confirming, Xiao Mo walked slowly towards the backyard. His steps were extremely slow, and anyone with eyes could see the disharmony between his legs, marveling at how a young and capable person turned out to be a lame.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Xiao Mo relies entirely on his left leg to move, while his back leg is completely dragging itself forward.

"Take care, Brother Xiao!" Xiaolin quickly said when she saw Xiaomo coming out.

"Hmm!" Xiao Mo smiled and nodded towards Xiao Lin, picking up the firewood. He still had to deliver it to other households!

The scorching sun shone brightly, casting its light upon the earth. As the sky grew bright, Xiao Mo finished his last delivery and headed towards the familiar stall to buy the pork buns that his son Yangyang loved to eat.

Thinking of Yangyang, Xiaomo's heart softened, and a gentle smile filled his eyes. His footsteps couldn't help but quicken slightly, as he couldn't wait to see the happy smile on his little Yangyang's face.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Even before they reached the doorstep, the child's soft and tender voice reached Xiao Mo's ears.

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Sure enough, after not much time had passed, Xiao Mo saw his son walking with small legs, waving his little arms, bouncing and jumping towards him!

"Yangyang, look at what Daddy brought for you!" He picked up his son, shook the steamed bun in his hand, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.

"Meat! Meat~" Yangyang blinked his eyes eagerly, his little hands constantly reaching out for the meat bun in Xiaomo's hand.

Xiao Mo's eyes glistened with moisture. The few words spoken by his son touched his heartstrings and evoked a bittersweet feeling. He had always known that his son's fondness for meat buns was not because they were exceptionally tasty, but simply because they contained meat.

The hardships of life forced Xiao Mo to live frugally in order to maintain basic survival. Since his son was born, they have rarely enjoyed a good meal. Xiao Mo had a strong desire to provide a better life for his son, but his own circumstances dictated that he couldn't find a good job. No employer would hire a cripple. Fortunately, he still had some strength left and could rely on selling firewood to get by.

"Daddy, have one!" The voice of his grandson interrupted Xiao Mo's train of thought.

Looking at his son's obedient and frail appearance, Xiao Mo's guilt deepened a little more in his heart.

He felt sorry for his son, unable to provide him with material comfort, let alone give him a happy childhood. Other children have doting parents, and they are all chubby and healthy, but his own son can only wait silently at home every day for his daddy, thin and weak, with no one to play with him, deprived of all the joys that a child should have.

"Daddy's not hungry, Yangyang can eat by himself!" Xiao Mo touched Yangyang's little head and shook his head.

"Daddy one, Yangyang one, good things should be shared!" Yangyang held a bun in his little hand and couldn't help but want to stuff it into Xiaomo's mouth.

Taking a tiny bite, tears swirled in her eyes. She kissed the little face of her own son and said, "Yangyang, you're such a good boy!"

Father and son savored their rare leisurely breakfast, taking small bites and relishing the moment. Little did they know, this peaceful day was about to be shattered.