Maybe he was very hungry, or maybe he ate too much noodles. Tang Yu was not usually a greedy person, but today he finished a bowl of noodles and two eggs and still felt unsatisfied.

Song Yun noticed that he hadn't eaten enough yet, so she smiled and said, "We can't overeat. Let's eat this first. We still have to eat dinner tonight."

Tang Yu nodded obediently. When he saw Huibao running in, his eyes lit up, "This dog is really majestic."

Ziyi squatted down and stroked Huibao, "This is not a dog, this is a wolf. I picked it up from the mountains. It's very powerful."

Tang Yu widened his eyes and stared at Huibao in disbelief, "Is this - a wolf?" No wonder it looks different from an ordinary dog.

Tang Yu also wanted to touch Huibao, but unfortunately Huibao turned his head away and didn't let him touch it.

Ziyi smiled and said, "Gray Baby recognizes people. He won't let anyone touch him except our family members."

Tang Yu looked regretful and wanted to touch it.

"Come, come, let me show you how powerful your brother Ziyi is."

Tang Yu didn't believe that Song Ziyi could lift him up with just one finger. In fact, he did lift him up with just one finger, and it was his little finger.

"You're only a little bit taller than a big cabbage. Don't you usually eat? Why are you so skinny? My sister said that if you don't eat well when you're young, you won't grow tall."

Tang Yu pursed her lips and said nothing.

Perhaps because he and Ziyi were of the same age and they bathed and ate together, they were familiar with each other. He suddenly blurted out what he had originally been reluctant to say. "It's not that I don't eat well, it's my aunt who won't let me. She only gives me half a bowl of porridge for every meal."

Ziyi's eyes widened. He couldn't imagine how hungry he would feel if he only ate half a bowl of porridge for every meal. He ate two large bowls of rice for every meal.

"Why doesn't your aunt give you food? Is there not enough food at home? Don't your parents care?"

Tang Yu lowered his head and said, "My father died, and my mother remarried. I have no parents."

Maybe after opening his mouth, he found that saying these words was not as difficult as he had imagined, so he just said everything that was hidden in his heart.

It turns out that Tang Yu's father was also a soldier. He died gloriously two years ago. His mother remarried half a year later. Originally, his mother wanted to take him with her, but his grandparents disagreed, saying that he was the blood of the Tang family and could not be someone else's son.

After his mother married far away, his grandparents took him to live with his uncle. Since then, he has never had a full meal. Although his uncle and aunt did not beat or scold him, they did not pay much attention to him. When he was bullied by his cousins, they pretended not to see it. His grandparents only favored his cousins and never asked him if he had enough to eat or was warm. They would only give him a cold look when his father's comrades came to see him.

Recently, the military uncles have come less and less, and their attitude has become colder and colder. Sometimes they won’t talk to him for days. It’s as if he doesn’t exist at home. He is like a poor wretch that no one cares about. No one cares when he is sick, and no one feels sorry for him when he is hungry. Even if he hasn’t been home for a few days like now, no one cares.

Song Yun and Ziyi felt so distressed when they heard Tang Yu's story.

Ziyi asked, "Don't you have any other relatives? Where are your grandparents, uncles, and aunts?"

Tang Yu shook her head. "My mother isn't from Beijing, and I've never met any of my grandmother's relatives."

Ziyi asked again, "I heard that after a soldier dies, a pension is paid out. Children like you who are underage can also receive a monthly allowance. Who receives this money?"

Tang Yu shook his head. "I don't know. They won't tell me these things. My mother left me a hundred yuan before she died, and my grandmother took it all."