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Chapter 506 Food

01 shuddered, then slightly opened one eye and looked over.

The kitten that had just been rubbing against Rong Qian affectionately now fell to the ground, with blood oozing from its head, and seemed to be dead.

Rong Qian paused for a moment and turned around just in time to see the man kicking the kitten away.

[Host?] 01 approached him worriedly.

But to its surprise, Rong Qian's expression did not change at all.

He only looked at it for two seconds and then turned away, as if it had nothing to do with him.

01 was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look at the poor little cat again. When he looked away, he caught a glimpse of a child not far away, but he didn't care. He turned around and hurriedly caught up with Xiao Rongqian.

After Rong Qian returned home, he took a shower, washed his clothes manually and hung them out to dry, then he walked into the kitchen.

The little child stood on a chair, skillfully operated the kitchen utensils, and cooked himself a small bowl of noodles.

I feel suffocated just by saying it.

While truly watching his experience, 01 felt that he was feeling more than just suffocation.

…it’s very complicated.

I watched Rong Qian quietly and slowly finish his noodles, clean up the pots and bowls, and then go back to the living room to quietly do the kindergarten handicraft homework that should have been completed by children and parents together.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, the sound of a door opening was heard.

The woman came back with flushed cheeks, blurry eyes and smell of alcohol. She closed the door casually, put the things in her hands on the shoe cabinet beside her, changed her shoes and walked into the room.

When she passed the sofa, she said in a faint voice, "Your dinner is over there. I'm going back to my room. Don't look for me if you have nothing else."

After saying that, she yawned and went back to her room.

Putting away the children's book in his hand, Rong Qian stood up, locked the door as usual, and then put away the things his mother had casually put down.

Then he took the box out of the paper bag and walked into the kitchen, putting the cold food in the box into the refrigerator.

Finally he turned off the lights and returned to his room in the dark.

01You can clearly feel that time passes very quickly here. When it closes its eyes and opens them again, the day breaks.

Rong Qian still got up early.

In 01's eyes, it was the first time he did this, but he had done it like he had done it countless times, he made breakfast for two people, put the food she brought back from the refrigerator into the microwave, put one of them in to keep warm, finished one portion himself, and took out the heated food from the microwave.

These steps seem simple.

If he wasn't just four or five years old.

Rong Qian took the lunch box and small schoolbag and went out.

As he passed the often dark gap, he placed the lunch box there.

Like a dog smelling food, the beggar quickly appeared, picked up the lunch box, and walked back inside with satisfaction.

Looking at the delicious fish and meat inside, he suddenly became happier.

Ever since the kid brought him similar lunch boxes several times, he looked forward to it almost every day.

He was originally a beggar, and whether he could receive charity from others depended on their willingness. But for that child, he was even very dissatisfied when he didn't receive a lunch box...

But Rong Qian just wanted to get rid of the food he couldn't eat, so he just gave it to him.

Due to his physical condition, he cannot eat heavy food, but these are almost all his mother brings back every time.