He didn't feel hungry when he was a soul, but he felt hungry when he was a human! He had endured it for half a night.
Qin Meng nodded slightly as if she had thought of something.
He restrained his trembling and turned his head, saying in a voice that Xiao Shuai could hear,""Morning, I've made breakfast. I, I'll go get it for you.”
Qin Meng got up with the child in her arms. She got up too quickly and pulled her wound. She bent over in pain.
"Help me hang the clothes."
After saying that, Xiao Shuai hung the clothes rack on the bathroom door handle and walked quickly into the kitchen without giving Qin Meng any time to react.
Qin Meng was stunned on the spot with the child in her arms. The clothes rack swayed on the bathroom door handle and finally hung there quietly.
They were just two clothes racks now, not sharp weapons to hit people.
Xiao Shuai came to the kitchen, and the cramped space was tidied up in an orderly manner.
It had been a long time since the original body had entered the kitchen.
Ever since Aunt Qin left, the original body had not stepped in again.
This place was too small, so it was not convenient to do anything. Therefore, Qin Meng had never been beaten in the kitchen. She was always dragged out by her hair.
Xiao Shuai shook his head and opened the steamer. There was a bowl of egg custard and two steamed buns lying quietly inside.
His eyes immediately lit up. It had been a long time since he smelled the fragrance of steamed buns and eggs. What did they taste like in his mouth?
He couldn't wait to wolf down the food. He grabbed the steamed bun in one hand and the egg soup in the other.
She took a bite of the steamed bun and drank a mouthful of egg soup…but she didn't get to drink it.
Only then did he remember that this thing seemed to need to be scooped up with a spoon.
He put the steamed bun in his mouth, found a spoon, and stirred it in the bowl of egg soup. Then, he picked up the bowl and drank it again.
Perfect, he drank it this time!
He happily finished a steamed bun and a bowl of egg soup, then happily twisted his body to get a second steamed bun.
"Bang!" He accidentally knocked open the lid of the rice jar.
Startled, he turned his head and saw that the rice vat was already empty. There were only a few green leafy vegetables left on the shelf next to it.
He belatedly remembered that there were two people sitting on the sofa outside.
It was not two floating.
He swallowed his saliva and tried to ignore the steamed bun in his hand as he walked out with his head raised.
The way he walked was a little strange, but the mother and son, who were frightened by his movements, did not look at him.
They were so scared that they hugged each other again.
They were on the balcony. His clothes were fluttering in the wind and dripping on the clothes pole.
Obviously, they were drying his clothes for him just now.
He suddenly didn't know what to say. Even the fragrance of the steamed buns didn't seem so tempting anymore. Ah, no, it was tempting.
He walked to the dining table and put down the plate of steamed buns.
Little He Zhi looked in his direction in confusion. His pitch-black eyes were filled with fear and a trace of doubt.
When he met Xiao Shuai's gaze, he quickly buried his little head in his mother's arms.
Little He Zhi's small strength almost made Qin Meng unable to withstand it.
Qin Meng's body swayed and she had no choice but to support herself on the balcony railing to stabilize her body. She patted Little He Zhi's back with one hand to comfort him.
Xiao Shuai stood in the dark, so Qin Meng couldn't see his expression clearly.
Qin Meng thought, Is the demon finally going to get angry?
Qin Meng's legs began to tremble, and she was so stiff that she could not move her feet.
The fingers that were hugging Little He Zhi unconsciously dug into Little He Zhi's flesh.
Little He Zhi was in so much pain that his eyes turned red, but he grabbed his mother tightly and didn't dare to cry.
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