Cheng Hao lived for twenty-eight years in his previous life, and spent most of his time in the boxing team. His daily routine was training, training, and more training. His life was unremarkable, but they were not without entertainment.
They also surf the Internet, watch TV, read novels, etc. Although he has not been exposed to these things much, he has some understanding of the "golden finger".
But he was not sure whether he really had the golden finger. He only had one feeling at the moment - hungry, and he only wanted to do one thing - eat.
The boy glanced at the plate that had previously held the sandwich and milk and asked, "Didn't you eat what I asked Danny to give you?"
"I ate it." Cheng Hao was a little embarrassed: "I have a big appetite."
This is no longer a matter of having a big appetite... The young man's face showed shock. He glanced at Cheng Hao, then took out a milk powder can from the corner beside the bed and poured out some cereal from it.
He poured the cereal into the iron lunch box, added some water and stirred it, then fed it to Cheng Hao spoonfully.
The water he added wasn't hot water, but cold water. The oatmeal wasn't softened at all. And this oatmeal was the cheapest kind...
Cheng Hao felt like he was chewing wood chips.
But he was too hungry.
He ate a whole lunch box of wood chips, no, cereal, by himself.
He felt that he had regained more strength, and the weakness and pain in his body had disappeared a lot, and then he became... hungrier.
There's still a lot of cereal in the can of milk powder that contains cereal...
Cheng Hao's eyes fell on the can: "Can you give me some more?"
The boy hesitated for a moment, poured out the remaining cereal in the can, added some water, and fed it to Cheng Hao. While feeding, he looked at Cheng Hao's stomach with surprise.
Cheng Hao was actually also surprised.
The sandwich, milk and fried chicken at the beginning were fine, but the large piece of bread was not the light and fluffy bread he used to eat in China. On the contrary, it was very heavy, probably enough for a whole family to have a meal.
Not to mention the cereal that came later.
For people in China who are trying to lose weight, two or three spoonfuls of oatmeal soaked in water can be a meal, but the young man just now poured him a full lunch box of oatmeal.
This lunch box is quite big. With how much he ate in his previous life, he would definitely be full after eating such a lunch box of cereal.
But now, he had eaten all of it, and he still felt hungry.
Cheng Hao ate another big spoonful of cereal, held out his hand and said, "Give me the lunch box, I'll eat it myself."
The boy gave the lunch box and spoon to Cheng Hao.
Cheng Hao took the lunch box and spoon and ate quickly. As he was eating, a shrill voice suddenly rang out: "Ahhh!"
Cheng Hao turned his head and noticed that the person who made the sound was the mixed-race child.
The child's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was wide open, making some harsh and hoarse sounds, his gaze fixed on the lunch box in Cheng Hao's hand.
Cheng Hao knew that the child had a physical defect because he didn't respond when he spoke to him before. When he heard people outside calling him "little mute", he was even more certain of this.
Seeing him like this... Cheng Hao knew that the child in front of him must be a person with congenital or acquired deafness. He couldn't hear sounds, so he couldn't speak and was considered dumb. But his vocal cords were actually fine, so he could make sounds when he was angry or emotional.
As for why I'm so emotional...
Cheng Hao stopped eating cereal.
He suddenly thought that the sandwich and milk were fine, but the fried chicken steak was originally the food that the boy brought to the child, but he ended up eating it.
Not only that, he also ate the bread, and he almost finished the other person's cereal...
At that time, food in the United States was relatively abundant compared to other countries, and the poor had many channels to obtain free food. However, for various considerations, the food provided by the government could not be preserved for a long time.
The poor will eat food with a short shelf life after receiving it, but they will mostly sell food that can be preserved for a long time.
If the two brothers lived with their parents and their parents had jobs, they would have another source of food, but there was no sign of anyone other than them living in this garage.
Even if they have parents, they certainly do not live with them, so they mostly rely on welfare to survive.
I...may have eaten all the food in their house.
Cheng Hao looked at the only one-third of cereal left in his lunch box and felt ashamed to face the two children.
"I've had enough." Cheng Hao put down his spoon and stopped eating. He didn't know whether these two people would eat the rest of his cereal, but he definitely couldn't eat it now.
"It's okay, go ahead and eat. There's more food." The boy said. He rummaged through the things around him and took out another can. "I still have a can of tuna."
"I've really had enough," Cheng Hao said. He could tell the boy had hidden some food at home, but it certainly wasn't much. Perhaps this can of food was their last, and he couldn't possibly eat it all.
Seeing that Cheng Hao didn't want to eat anymore, the boy opened the can, carefully scooped out half of the tuna with a spoon, and put it in the lunch box.
No, actually that can’t be considered tuna…most of what comes out of this so-called tuna can is soybeans.
This is a can filled with mostly soybeans and a small amount of tuna.
The smell from the can was a bit fishy, but Cheng Hao still wanted to eat it... He could only divert his attention and talk to the boy: "You are Chinese too, right? My name is Cheng Hao, what's your name?"
The young man mixed the soybean tuna and oatmeal in the can and handed it to the child. He then glanced at Cheng Hao, lowered his head, and said in dialect, "My name is Lin Yuxun."
"Which Yu? Which Xun?" Cheng Hao asked.
Lin Yuxun said, "I'll write it for you." As he spoke, he took a piece of old newspaper and wrote the three words "Lin Yuxun" in pencil on the blank space next to it.
His handwriting was incorrect and his characters were not beautiful. He probably had not studied Chinese professionally. Cheng Hao said, "Your name is nice and has a good meaning."
"Really?" Lin Yuxun looked at Cheng Hao in surprise.
"Of course!" Cheng Hao affirmed.
While the two were talking, the mixed-race child had been eating canned cereal.
Cheng Hao knew that this thing should not taste good, but the child ate it with relish.
Cheng Hao asked: "This is your brother, what's his name?" This mixed-race child looks very similar to Lin Yuxun, but he obviously has white ancestry. He is probably Lin Yuxun's half-brother.
In poor communities, more than half of the children come from single-parent families. Most of them live with their mothers, and siblings often do not have the same father.
"His name is Danny, he doesn't have a Chinese name." Lin Yuxun said, and just as he finished speaking, a lunch box was handed to him.
Danny ate half of the can of cereal and left the other half untouched.
Lin Yuxun took a look and took the lid of the iron lunch box and closed it.
"You don't want to eat?" Cheng Hao asked. He was already regretting it. If Lin Yuxun hadn't brought him back, even if he really had the golden finger, he might have died. But he ate all of Lin Yuxun's food...
"I've eaten at school." Lin Yuxun said.
Cheng Hao recalled what he saw from Cheng Jinhao's memory.
In the United States, children from very low-income families can go to school for free, and the school also provides free lunch and even breakfast, but the food is very poor. The fact that Lin Yuxun would bring back fried chicken from school is enough to show that fried chicken is a rare food that is rarely eaten in school.
Moreover, school ends very early, usually at two or three in the afternoon, so there is no dinner, and Lin Yuxun is probably hungry now.
He doesn't eat, probably because there is not enough food.
Cheng Hao wanted to persuade him to eat, but when he thought that this might be all the food he had left, he found it difficult to persuade him.
Just as he was struggling, Cheng Hao heard the sound of someone knocking on the roller shutter door outside.
The rolling door is made of iron and is very thin. A light tap will make a "clang clang" sound, not to mention that the person outside is not tapping it lightly, but smashing it hard.
The sound was deafening.
Along with the sound of banging on the door, there were also curses. Cheng Hao still didn't understand many of the curses, and the occasional ones he did understand were unbearable to hear.
These people are so good at scolding others!
At the same time, their voices were quite familiar - the people who had bullied Lin Yuxun before had returned and were banging on the door.
After being scared away by him, these black people were probably angry and came back.
Cheng Hao's face turned ugly, and he almost wanted to get up and chase them away immediately, but the pale-faced Lin Yuxun held him down: "Don't worry about them, everything will be fine in a while."
As soon as Lin Yuxun finished speaking, a loud noise far louder than the previous one suddenly rang out.
Rolling shutters are easily damaged. Cheng Hao's face changed when he heard the sound, and he felt a little worried. Fortunately, at this moment, the sound of splashing water and a woman's scolding came from outside: "A bunch of bastards, if you make any more noise, I will kill you!"
"Are you crazy? You splashed water on us!" A black boy's voice rang out.
"Idiot, get out!" a woman's voice rang out, followed by a man's voice: "You bastards, did you break my door? I'm going to beat you to death!"
This time, the voices of the black teenagers did not respond, and not only that, the knocking on the door also stopped.
Cheng Hao asked, "Who was speaking just now?"
"It's Aunt Beverly and the landlord." Lin Yuxun said, then he opened the bedroom door and walked out.
Cheng Hao wanted to follow, but if he really did that, not only would his wounds heal slower, but he would also waste the food he had eaten… He didn’t get out of bed, and just shouted, “Be careful, don’t go out.”
According to Cheng Jinhao's memory, the slums are very dangerous at night.
"I won't go out." Lin Yuxun said. He really didn't go out and came back soon.
And his face looked even uglier than before he left.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Hao asked.
"It's okay." Lin Yuxun said, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "They broke the door. I'm afraid it won't be open tomorrow."
If this type of iron door is deformed by being knocked, it may become difficult to open or close.
For rich people, this is just a small matter, but Lin Yuxun obviously has no money... Can he get a new door to replace it?
And... the door is broken, how are they going to get out tomorrow?
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