Chapter 14: Offer
Shadow seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when he felt his master leave, and pressed a little closer to the warm mushroom, letting out a small hiss of satisfaction.
An Zhi looked down at his handkerchief, then touched the mushroom in front of him, and thought about the last words that scary uncle said...
It seems that the bad uncle is not that bad to the core?
At least he didn't scare her anymore.
And...gave her a cloth to wipe her tears
And give her...
A sense of security that even she herself could not understand quietly sprouted from the bottom of her heart.
Outside the door, the scarred man walked quickly towards the kitchen and lowered his voice to his men beside him: "Go quickly! Warm up the goat milk. What is the most popular biscuit among the kids recently?" There was still shock on his face.
Boss, this attitude... this posture...
Isn’t it just a stepping stone?
When did the boss ever live like this?
His small brain quickly shattered into a walnut.
Could it be...
Does this mean that she should be "worshipped"?
The quiet atmosphere in the stronghold was broken.
Everyone realized that the little girl who was brought back by Boss Quinn himself and made Yingdu "fawning" might have a much more special status than they imagined.
…
Before the scarred man could even think of "putting it on display", the steaming hot food was carefully pushed in on a shiny cart by two burly men who were usually responsible for carrying heavy objects.
The aroma of food instantly dispelled the chill in the room.
The scarred man took a deep breath and took a step forward.
He tried hard to force a "kind" expression, but the scar on his face was too hideous, and the twisted muscles made him look even more ferocious.
He cleared his throat and began to list the dishes in a deliberately soft voice, a voice he had never used in his life:
"Ahem...Miss...Miss, please use it."
His tongue was a little tied. "Freshly squeezed Moo Moo Beast top milk, already heated; cocoa biscuit rings with honey; shrimp dumplings made with the tenderest shrimp from Baishui River; sausages stuffed with glutinous rice; and sweet lotus root soup with dumplings."
Every time the report was published, the two big men pushing the cart at the back would cooperate to lift the lid of a dinner plate, their movements as light as if they were holding a fragile treasure.
The steaming, delicious and fragrant food instantly appeared in front of An Zhi, with tempting colors and generous portions, filling the cart.
An Zhi sat on a high stool with her little feet dangling in the air.
She looked at the food that was too rich for her, and her stomach growled.
She swallowed secretly.
Quinn stood by the cart.
He didn't look at the food, but his deep gaze fell on An Zhi's little face, which still had some tear marks.
The mushrooms on her head seemed to sense the aroma of the food, and the faint light seemed to brighten a little.
"Eat it."
Quinn spoke up.
An Zhi picked up the spoon and was about to scoop up the bowl of lotus root soup with dumplings that looked soft, sweet, but she found that no one in the room moved except her.
The scarred man stood solemnly with his hands hanging down, his back straight and his eyes not looking away.
The two big men pushing the cart were like two door gods, standing behind the cart, breathing lightly.
The figure of the guard at the door was looming in the crack of the door, also motionless.
Everyone's gaze, whether direct or implicit, was focused on her - the small figure sitting on the high stool.
It felt as if she was not preparing a meal in a simple outpost, but performing some sacred ceremony in a solemn temple.
And she is the only protagonist.
An Zhi's hand holding the spoon paused.
She felt a huge, invisible pressure.
She timidly raised her little face and looked at the only person in the room who could give her an answer—the scary Uncle Quinn.
Quinn was looking at her, his deep eyes showing no emotion.
An Zhi mustered up his courage and asked in a thin, confused and uneasy voice:
"You don't want to eat?"
Quinn's gaze lingered for a moment on An Zhichun's puzzled little face.
There was a faint, elusive look in his eyes.
He pulled out another high stool next to him and sat down gracefully.
A bony hand picked up a clean bone china cup and poured half a cup of warm milk from the silver kettle.
The remaining three people in the room all focused their attention on An Zhi again.
The scarred man tried to soften his voice, but the effect was limited:
"Young lady, please eat it while it's hot. If it gets cold...it won't be good if it gets cold."
He signaled with his eyes to the big man pushing the cart, and the two men immediately took half a step back, their attitudes respectful and almost humble.
An Zhi looked at the tempting food in front of her, then at the fierce adults who stood there like pillars, not daring to breathe. She seemed to understand a little.
He seems to be really very powerful?
So powerful that he told her to eat it and others wouldn't even dare to look at it?
Don’t even dare to smell it?
An Zhi picked up the spoon and wanted to scoop up the lotus root soup, but found that the scarred man and the two big men were still nailed to the spot like pillars, their eyes looking at their noses and their noses looking at their hearts.
Only Quinn took a sip of milk slowly and calmly.
That invisible pressure came again.
An Zhi held the spoon and timidly looked at Quinn, then at the fierce adults. She mustered up her courage and said softly:
"Uncle...you guys...will you sit down and eat too?"
The scarred man's eyes twitched suddenly, and he almost thought he had misheard.
sit down?
Sitting at the same table with the boss?
Are you still eating the food prepared for this little ancestor?
Do they dare to eat it?
Who would dare to move without the boss's permission? Especially since this was clearly something the boss had personally ordered, specially prepared for this little ancestor!
Quinn's hand holding the cup paused.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at the three scarred men.
The three of them instantly tensed their backs.
"sit."
Quinn uttered a single word, his emotion unrecognizable.
The scarred man looked around quickly, as if he had been pardoned but also terrified.
There were only two high stools in the room, so he immediately signaled a big man to go out and move the stools.
The big man moved as fast as the wind and brought three sturdy wooden stools in the blink of an eye.
The scarred man and the two big men sat down with half of their buttocks touching the edge of the stool, their backs straight, their hands placed neatly on their knees, not daring to breathe.
There was nothing in front of them.
An Zhi looked at their nervous expressions, then looked at the carts piled with food, and his little brows furrowed in confusion.
She pushed the plate of steaming, plump shrimp dumplings in front of her to the middle of the cart and whispered:
"This... let's eat together?"
The three scarred men froze, their gazes fixed on Quinn.
Quinn was slowly stirring the milk in his cup with a small silver spoon, his movements as graceful as if he was tasting some fine wine.
He didn't look at anyone, but nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly.
The scarred man then dared to stretch out his slightly trembling hand, carefully picked up a shrimp dumpling, and placed it on the empty plate in front of him.
The other two men did the same thing, their movements as stiff as if they were defusing a bomb.
Seeing that they finally had "something to eat", An Zhi's tense little shoulders relaxed quietly and he let out a long, silent sigh.
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