She walks down the street with a bowl of leftovers, in rags, with a black face, but with a pair of big, soulful eyes that seem to be unintentional but actually scrutinize every passerby.
Suddenly, she stopped in front of an even more tattered boy, and hooked her finger at him with a swagger: Hey! Hey! Do you want to hang out with me?
The boy looked at her quizzically: "With you?" She nodded her head vigorously, announcing loudly that she wanted to hang out with her.
She nodded her head vigorously and announced loudly: Yes! She nodded her head vigorously and announced loudly: Yes!
The unfortunate customers at the nearby noodle stalls heard this and were spitting in their ears.