Chapter 289: The Child

"Is it locked?"

"It would be strange if it weren't locked up. She's a crazy woman who talks nonsense all day long. Not many people can stand her."

The waiter skillfully rummaged through the drying chilies for the key, opened the door with a "click," and went inside, covering his mouth and nose.

Yu Shiyan took two deep breaths and stepped over the threshold. As soon as he entered, he was hit by a stench.

In addition, a thick layer of paste was pasted on the window paper, so even though it was almost noon, not a single ray of light could be seen.

At first glance, the room was sparsely decorated and could be described as bare. In the center of the room was a chair with an old man with disheveled hair and his hands tied behind his back. He was dressed in tattered clothes and smelled bad.

"Dinner's ready!"

The waiter shouted twice before the old man shakily raised his head. His cloudy eyes had little luster, and his right eye was even covered with a thick white film, as if he had already gone blind.

"Has the baby...was the baby born?"

The waiter, suppressing his urge to vomit, tapped the bowl and repeated, "Eat!"

"Child...child..."

The old man lowered his head, muttering to himself, "The baby is born, so tiny, only five pounds and eight ounces..."

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Helpless, the waiter spat in frustration and turned to Yu Shiyan beside him, saying, "See that? This old man is getting senile; he can't hear what anyone is saying."

"Has she always been like this?" Yu Shiyan tried his best to control his slightly trembling voice.

"He's lucid a few times occasionally, but even when he is, he keeps repeating the same things over and over again."

The waiter opened the food box, filled a bowl with rice, and haphazardly stuffed it into her mouth along with some vegetables: "If it weren't for the high pay, nobody would want to do this disgusting job."

"I'll do it."

The waiter glanced at him in surprise, stood up and took two steps back, handing him the bowl and chopsticks. "Fine, if you can't hold it in, I'll take your place."

Yu Shiyan nodded, picked out a piece of soft, easy-to-chew fatty meat, and brought it to the old man's mouth: "Meat."

"The baby...mother and child are safe..."

“She can’t hear you if you talk like that, you have to shout. Besides, just put it in her mouth. Hurry up and finish feeding her and leave. I can’t stand staying in this awful place for even a little while longer.”

The waiter was getting impatient and wished he could snatch the bowls and chopsticks back from his hands.

Taking advantage of this moment, Yu Shiyan glanced down at the ground, which was covered with dried excrement and rotten food.

Although Wang Po has managed to stay alive all these years, she now looks no different from a walking corpse.

"Who's inside!"

The waiter was holding his nose while waiting for Yu Shiyan. Hearing the shout, he recognized it and immediately ran out to fawn over the group: "Gentlemen, what brings you here today?"

The fifth brother, carrying a large sword, clicked his tongue impatiently: "Why are you asking so many questions? Tell me, what are you doing here?"

The waiter was taken aback: "This... didn't you send me to deliver the food?"

"Didn't I send someone over this morning to say there was no need to deliver it? Oh well, let's hurry up and go. This is the last meal."

The waiter nodded hastily, not even paying attention to Yu Shiyan inside, and was about to leave when the tall leader called out to him in a deep voice: "Wait, who sent you to deliver the food?"

"The one inside."

The waiter pointed to the thatched hut as if it were his own business: "He's feeding that old woman right now."

"Alright, you can go now."

The boss suddenly frowned, scaring the waiter so much that he didn't dare mention the hardship fee and turned to leave.