Chapter 506 Food

01 shuddered and slightly opened one eye to look over.

The kitten that had been affectionately rubbing against Rong Qian just moments before was now lying on the ground, blood oozing from its head, seemingly lifeless.

Rong Qian paused for a moment, and when she turned around, she saw the man kicking the kitten that had fallen to the ground.

[Host...?] 01 approached him with concern.

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

He only looked at it for two seconds before turning away, as if it had nothing to do with him.

01 paused for a moment, then looked back at the poor little cat. When she looked away, she noticed a child not far away, but she didn't pay attention to him and quickly followed Xiao Rongqian.

After Rong Qian returned home, he took a shower, washed his clothes by hand, and hung them to dry before going into the kitchen.

The tiny child stood on a chair, skillfully using kitchen utensils to cook himself a small bowl of noodles.

Just talking about it makes you feel suffocated.

Witnessing his experience firsthand, 01 realized that her feelings went beyond simply feeling suffocated.

...It's very complicated.

Watching Rong Qian quietly and slowly finish her noodles, clean up the pots and pans, and then return to the living room to quietly do the kindergarten craft project that should have been completed by the child and the parent together.

Around 10 p.m., the sound of the door opening was heard.

A woman with flushed cheeks, slightly dazed eyes, and the smell of alcohol returned. She casually closed the door, placed the things she was carrying on the shoe cabinet, changed her shoes, and went into her room.

As she passed the sofa, she said in a low voice, "Your dinner is over there. I'm going back to my room. Don't look for me unless it's important."

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

After putting down the children's book he was holding, Rong Qian got up, habitually locked the door, and then tidied up the things his mother had casually left behind.

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

Finally, he turned off the lights and went back to his room in the dark.

01 You can clearly feel that time passes very quickly here; it's dawn in the blink of an eye.

Rong Qian got up early as usual.

In 01's eyes, this was the first time he had done this, but he had done it countless times before. He made breakfast for two, put the food she brought back from the refrigerator into the microwave, kept one portion warm, ate one portion himself, and took the heated food out of the microwave.

These steps seem very simple.

If he weren't just a four or five-year-old child.

Rong Qian took the boxed lunch and her small schoolbag and went out the door.

He placed the boxed lunch there as he passed through that often dark crevice.

Like a dog smelling food, the beggar quickly appeared, picked up the boxed lunch, and walked back inside contentedly.

Seeing the large amount of fish and meat inside, he became even happier.

Ever since that child brought him similar boxed lunches a few times, he has been looking forward to them almost every day.

He was a beggar, and whether he received charity depended entirely on others' wishes. But when that child didn't receive a meal, he even felt very dissatisfied...

Ke Rongqian just wanted to get rid of the things she couldn't eat, so she just gave them to him casually.

Because of his health condition, he couldn't eat strong-flavored food, but his mother almost always brought back these kinds of things.