Volume 1, Chapter 292: Eating porridge with 100,000 children.
He walked in front of the children and then stopped.
Several children looked at the tall and handsome young man in front of them with curiosity.
Perhaps because Ye Tingmu's smile was so gentle, they did not feel scared.
Ye Tingmu half-knelt down, holding the food box in one hand and waving to the children with the other.
"Come, come over here, brother?"
The children looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward for a long time.
Everyone around looked at him sideways.
He stopped eating.
He shifted his attention to Ye Tingmu.
They were very curious about what Shu Jian Hou, who provided them with food, shelter, and even built a house for them, wanted to do.
Even Wan Jin and Lin An were confused at this moment, and the chopsticks they picked up were hanging in the air.
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of sadness at the corner of his mouth.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Facing his question.
Several children shook their heads subconsciously.
Still only using body movements, no instinctive words to answer his questions.
Ye Tingmu chuckled.
It's normal for them to be afraid.
After all, time was hard when they were young.
Such suffering will make them instinctively wary of the kindness of others.
Or perhaps, such kindness is not real in their eyes.
When something makes you feel that it is not real enough, you will be afraid and try to stay away from it as much as possible.
The children in front of us may be thinking the same thing at this moment.
Ye Tingmu moved forward.
Looking at the children whose faces are like little kittens.
He divided the meat in the bowl into the children's bowls piece by piece.
The children were surprised and stared blankly at the big brother in front of them.
Some are not moving, while others are hiding.
Some even hid the bowl in their arms and shook their heads frantically to express their refusal.
"It's okay, come on, one piece each."
He comforted the children and finally died to everyone's surprise.
He evenly distributed the full box of meat to more than ten children who looked the youngest.
The children's eyes were clear as they looked back and forth between Ye Tingmu and the meat in the bowl.
Their necks moved from time to time.
Swallowing saliva frequently.
It is easy to imagine how attractive meat is to them. It is no exaggeration to say that they may not have eaten meat for several years.
I'm afraid I have already forgotten the taste of meat.
But at this moment they smelled the smell of meat again.
The older children who didn't get any looked eagerly at the meat in the bowl, licking their lips from time to time, as if they would be satisfied with just one look.
But even so, none of these little children picked up their chopsticks. They just stayed there quietly, holding their bowls and chopsticks, looking at Ye Tingmu curiously.
"Eat, why are you looking at me? Eat quickly."
One of the children bit his lip and whispered, "What do you eat?"
There are no honorifics or honorifics.
He asked so bluntly.
The other children also looked at him in the same way, and the expressions in their eyes were the same as those of the child who had just spoken.
We ate, what did you eat?
That's a good question.
They had completely forgotten that there was porridge in the big pot that was so conspicuous around.
Subconsciously think,
People like Ye Tingmu would not eat such things, nor should they eat such things.
Ye Tingmu smiled crookedly.
Then stood up.
"As for me...I'll just drink porridge."
As soon as he said this, the scene was quiet.
Everyone was shocked and confused, just as what had just been said.
Why can he drink such porridge?
He is a lord, a marquis, and he is dressed so gorgeously.
However, Ye Tingmu didn't care about their confused looks at all.
Instead, he went straight to the porridge on the side.
I naturally served myself a bowl.
Then some pickles were added.
He turned to the child and said, "Look...I'm eating this."
As he said this, he lowered his head and took a bite.
A look of satisfaction revealed itself between the movements of his lips and teeth.
"Woo woo... Not bad, this porridge tastes good."
He ate naturally, without any look of disgust.
He even had the same satisfied look on his face as the kids here when they were eating.
This should have been a normal scene, but what happened to him was abnormal for everyone else here except him.
They just stared at Ye Tingmu in a daze, each of them like a wooden chicken.
Like a wooden stake struck by lightning.
At this moment, even those eyes did not blink.
"Why are you looking at me? Eat it all. There's more if it's not enough."
After he finished speaking, he found a place to squat down.
He doesn't look like a marquis at all.
At this time, people slowly came to their senses.
I ate the same thing.
For some reason, they suddenly felt that the porridge in the bowl tasted more fragrant than usual.
Wan Jin and Lin An, you look at me and I look at you.
A look of confusion.
For the two of them, when they met Ye Tingmu, Ye Tingmu was no longer in trouble.
How could I have known that Ye Tingmu in the past would be able to eat not only this porridge, but even the moldy steamed buns.
Never underestimate how a person will react when they are extremely hungry.
At that time, all tastes were just clouds.
A deep sense of hunger has already taken over your taste buds.
All you need to know is that if it is edible, it is delicious.
Wan Jin hesitated for a moment, but he did not eat the food in the food box in his hand.
Instead, he did the same as Ye Tingmu and forced the meat on the children.
I also filled a bowl with porridge like the master.
But he kept frowning and scowling.
Looking at the bowl of porridge, he seemed to be looking at something, and the complexity in his eyes became deeper.
As a wealthy man, he had never eaten such food.
But at this moment, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made a big decision, and still showed off.
If the master can eat it, I can eat it too if I am worth ten thousand gold.
His face was distorted, but he swallowed it anyway.
After eating it, he seemed relieved at this moment.
His expression returned to normal and he squatted next to Ye Tingmu with a smile.
He smiled foolishly and said, "Master, you know what, this porridge tastes really good."
"Hahaha... That's right. Let me tell you, porridge with pickles is one of the three best breakfasts."
Wan Jin was puzzled and asked suspiciously, "What about the other two tyrants?"
Ye Tingmu looked at the sky, as if he remembered something.
In a low voice, he said lightly: "There are also soy milk with fried dough sticks, egg-filled pancakes..."
This kind of food is rare in this world, at least Wan Jin has never heard of it, but all the ingredients are available. He rolled his eyes and thought to himself that he must find someone to make it for himself later.
The two continued to drink porridge.
The children next to them were also drinking porridge.
Lin An smiled without saying anything, and sighed softly as he looked at Ye Tingmu.
He also put down the food box full of meat and vegetables, took the bowl, and drank the porridge in the pot.
He took a sip and his eyebrows furrowed.
Although it doesn't taste good, it's safe to drink.
Seeing him like this, Ye Tingmu couldn't help but find it funny.
Lin An knew that Ye Tingmu's actions were not as simple as they seemed.
Although these children did not speak, the way they looked at Ye Tingmu had changed.
It became something he couldn't put into words.
It's a feeling of admiration that comes from the bottom of my heart.
Just like believers worship God.
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