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"Your little brother is so young; are you really going to let him dig around in graves all day looking for food?"
The boy froze, his body stiffening as he stopped pulling on Xiao Wa's hand.
"I don't mean any harm. I just want to find him a pair of shoes and make sure he has a decent meal. It's the least I can do as his father. If you want to go somewhere, I won't stop you. How does that sound?"
The boy stood there, seemingly trying to discern the truth in the man's words.
"Don't worry, we're not bad people. Are you afraid we might sell you or something?"
Yu Suihuan felt sympathy for the two children. Although she wasn't running a charity, she could offer them some help within her means. After all, she had plenty of food in her space. If they truly didn't want to stay, she could give them some food and things and let them go.
Yu Suihuan looked gently at Xiao Wa and gently pulled him closer, a foul smell wafting from him.
"Come on, at least let's get you cleaned up. You smell terrible; you'll get sick!"
Without a hint of disdain, Yu Suihuan took Xiao Wa's hand and started walking forward. Xiao Wa kept glancing back at his brother every few steps.
The boy neither agreed nor refused; he just stood there as if engaged in some internal struggle.
"Let's go, you little rascal!" Wang Zhaoran said, playfully tapping the back of the boy's head.
This time, the boy didn't resist and followed behind Wang Zhaoran's bicycle, keeping his head down as he walked.
"Wang Zhaoran, it's getting late; maybe we shouldn't take them home!"
The sight of the two children was indeed somewhat alarming. She was worried it might frighten Old Lady too much.
Moreover, bringing them back now would mean everyone would have to pitch in for a while, which would be too much trouble. And with so many women in the house, it wouldn't be convenient to have a half-grown boy staying over.
"How about we go to my place for the night instead?"
"No, here’s the key. You take them to Grandma's old house first; I'll go back and get them something to eat!"
Yu Suihuan returned home briefly to show her face before heading to the kitchen.
Zhao Lianzhi was washing dishes when she saw Yu Suihuan enter and quickly asked,
"Are you hungry? Should I make you a bowl of noodles?"
"Sister Lianzhi, Wang Zhaoran took two kids back to Grandma's old house. They're hungry; could you make them two bowls of noodles? I'll take them over later."
"Sure!"
Zhao Lianzhi didn't ask much and saw Yu Suihuan suddenly turn back.
Oh, right, there should be two eggs in each bowl!
Good!
Before long, the noodles were ready.
I must say, under the guidance of the Two Grandmothers, Zhao Lianzhi's cooking skills had improved remarkably. The simple two bowls of noodles she made were fragrant and appealing, even making Yu Suihuan unable to resist wanting to take a couple of bites.
As they entered the old house, they found Wang Zhaoran in a standoff with the two children!
What's going on? Why aren't you coming inside?
Yu Suihuan carried the food box into the yard.
These two little rascals, I kindly boiled hot water for them to wash their faces and hands, and they act like I'm trying to kill them. What do they think, am I going to eat them?
Yu Suihuan rarely saw Wang Zhaoran so flustered; it seemed he was genuinely upset.
Dog Egg, come on, wash your hands and eat noodles!
Yu Suihuan stepped forward, grabbed Dog Egg's hand, and led him into the house.
What are you standing there for? Hurry up!
Wang Zhaoran said as he gave the boy a light pat on the back of his head.
You!
The boy bared his teeth, showing a fierce expression.
What do you mean "you"? Get inside quickly!
The more the boy bared his teeth at him, the more Wang Zhaoran wanted to hit him on the back of his head. So without saying anything more, he gave him another couple of light taps.
Damn it, you little rascal, how dare you bare your teeth at me!
Wang Zhaoran vented all his frustration from Xiao Wa biting him onto the boy. Xiao Wa was too young; he couldn't bear to be rough with her, but this boy—hmph!
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