"I don't want it. You got it."
"Here you go. Don't Shanghainese people eat breakfast?"
Shuoyu stuffed the half of the bun into Ayi's hand, then asked where the veterinarian was and left.
Ayi was stunned where he was, staring at the half-sliced steamed bun, and started crying. He thought of his home in Shanghai, where his mother would make him steamed dumplings every ordinary morning, and occasionally flatbread, fried dough sticks, rice cakes, soy milk, and so on. But now...
Shuoyu didn't know about Ayi's sensitive thoughts. He had already rushed to the veterinarian's small room. There was a small bed in it that was only big enough for an old man to curl up and lie down. There were many things in the room, all of which were some tools for treating diseases and saving lives. They were stained. Shuoyu didn't know if they were useful, but he could tell at a glance that they were not very clean. Of course, in the current situation, there was no way to keep them clean.
He squatted at the head of the veterinarian's bed, looking at the face full of wrinkles and dust. It was not good-looking, but inexplicably made him feel very close. This place was not his home, but it looked very much like his home.
"Dad, wake up, I made you breakfast, it's still hot!"
When the veterinarian opened his eyes, he saw Shuoyu's clean little face after washing.
"Hey, whose kid is this? He's pretty good-looking."
"It's yours, yours."
"Nonsense! My family couldn't give birth to a child as pretty as you. Look at your little face, it's so fair!"
A pair of hands mixed with black mud and callouses were rubbing Shuoyu's face randomly because he was still sleepy. Shuoyu was not annoyed, but just let him touch until he woke up.
"Dad, you picked me up. I'm your kid from now on. Your kid made you breakfast, and it's still hot."
Shuo Yukong took out the steamed bun, broke it into small pieces and stuffed them into the veterinarian's mouth. The veterinarian looked at Shuo Yu without blinking, and touched his face with his hands. After eating several mouthfuls, he reacted and looked at Shuo Yu, asking uncertainly,
"Are you Shuoyu? The kid from last night, I thought you wouldn't come back. If the wounded were healed and left, no one would come back. Because I didn't heal any of them, they were buried and can't come back."
The veterinarian was a little embarrassed when he said the second half of the sentence. His gentle eyes were still watery, which made Shuoyu feel distressed.
He stuffed the remaining steamed bun into the veterinarian's hand and chewed the remaining half after giving it to Ayi. In fact, he didn't need to eat and wasn't hungry, but he had lived for ten thousand years, and eating was the only thing that made him feel that being alive was a good thing.
Not only is he a half-baked sword cultivator, he is also a half-baked food cultivator. Shuo Yu has learned all the 360 professions in the world, but he has not mastered any of them. He will always be a half-baked one, trying everything but not doing anything well.
Ten thousand years is really too hard to endure.
So much so that every time he heard the emperors in the mortal world asking others to shout "Long live the emperor", he wanted to complain, because in his opinion, "Long live the emperor" was a curse, not a blessing.
The veterinarian looked at the big steamed bun stuffed in his hand, was stunned for a moment, ate a few bites himself, and carefully wrapped up the rest and fed it to his wounded later.
Shuoyu squatted next to the veterinarian. He had just finished his last bite when Meng Fanle came over like a fly smelling shit.
"Hey, what good food are you two eating that you have to steal from others? Let me, the young master, take a look at you."
Shuo Yu spread his palms, swallowed the last bite of the steamed bun, raised his eyes and looked at Meng Fanle who was standing at the door.
"You came at a bad time. I just finished eating. How did you know?"
"Commander Ayi said that he was sitting there crying like a tearful person, holding the half bun you gave him, eating while crying. The young master was curious and came over to take a look~"
Shuo Yu stood up, patted himself, and looked at Meng Fanle who was standing at the door like a mouse imitating a human.
"Don't worry about it, it's gone."
Then he grabbed the other person's neck. Even though Meng Fanle kept struggling, Shuoyu still got him out. It was the veterinarian's freedom to decide how to deal with the steamed bun, and it was Shuoyu's freedom to give it to him.
When he put Meng Fanle down, Meng Fanle stumbled and fell to the ground due to the injury on his leg. Shuoyu wanted to reach out to help him up, but he hit him and he withdrew his hand awkwardly.
He looked at the pair of eyes full of vigilance and defense looking at him,
"Who are you to his uncle?"
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