Ning Wan stuffed the bread into the other person's arms: "Here you go, here you go, it's all yours."
The man reached out both hands to take it.
It was clear he had been hungry for a long time. He ate the bread somewhat hastily, but very politely.
Chew slowly, taking small bites, and only take another bite after swallowing the first one.
After finishing one piece of bread, the man didn't eat the remaining one, but carefully hid it in his pocket.
It was as if they were reluctant to part with it.
While they were taking a shower, Ning Wan prepared some simple food.
The small square table, which was originally the right size, seemed crowded and cramped after the man sat down.
Ning Yanshu was extremely enthusiastic towards men.
He frantically piled food into the other person's bowl, saying, "This is my mom's specialty, Dad, you should try it."
"This scrambled eggs with tomatoes is delicious, and this stir-fried bok choy with vinegar is also delicious..." Ning Yanshu tilted her head back, extremely proud: "In short, every dish my mother makes is super delicious."
Ignoring Ning Yanshu's sycophantic remarks, Ning Wan tapped the table to remind him, "Sit down and eat."
"Okay, Mom~"
Ning Wan looked at the man sitting opposite her.
He seemed to have barely spoken since he finished eating the bread.
The man has excellent table manners. Even when he's very hungry, he doesn't wolf down his food.
There were no noisy smacking sounds, and he didn't pick and choose the food on his plate. He ate whatever Ning Yanshu put on his plate.
Never picky.
The hands holding the chopsticks were thin and long, with distinct knuckles.
The prominent blue veins on the back of his hand snaked upwards along his arm.
He sat there upright, eating ordinary home-cooked food as if he were savoring delicacies.
How could someone like that end up as a homeless person?
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