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As soon as the food box was opened, the aroma of noodles wafted out, making Xiao Wa drool.
Yu Suihuan smiled and handed him a small bowl, careful to only serve a little since the child had been hungry for a while; she didn't want to overload his stomach.
Xiao Wa took the bowl and lowered his head, slurping up the noodles with delight.
"Careful, it's hot! Eat slowly; no one is going to take it from you. There’s more!"
Seeing that he didn’t care about the heat and was shoving the noodles into his mouth, Yu Suihuan worried he might choke.
At that moment, the young boy had washed his hands and sat down stiffly. Xiao Wa had already finished a small bowl.
"Brother, hurry up and eat! This noodle is really good!"
Xiao Wa wiped his nose with the back of his hand, calling out to his brother.
"I know, but you can't talk while eating!"
The boy glanced at Xiao Wa with an expression that seemed wise beyond his years.
"Here, this is yours! There’s another bowl in the food box for both of you. Take your time; no rush!"
Yu Suihuan pushed the remaining half bowl of noodles toward the young boy, signaling him to eat.
At first, he hesitated, perhaps too hungry to care much about being polite; he quickly lowered his head and began shoveling noodles into his mouth.
"Cough cough cough!"
He ate too quickly and accidentally choked.
Yu Suihuan stood up and poured a bowl of Malt Milk for each of them. She brought the Malt Milk over and then turned to pour herself and Wang Zhao a bowl; she loved this flavor and always wanted to drink it whenever she saw it.
"What is this? It looks so good!"
Xiao Wa was eager and grabbed it right away without caring if it was hot.
"This is called Malt Milk. How about it? Go ahead and drink!"
Wang Zhao, worried that Xiao Wa might burn himself, somehow found a fan and helped cool down the bowl of Malt Milk for him.
Yu Suihuan thought she might have been mistaken; on Wang Zhao's face, she saw a tenderness reminiscent of a parent’s love.
"Then can I call you 'Dad' from now on? Can I have Malt Milk every day?"
Xiao Wa, innocent as he was, might have said that simply because he wanted some Malt Milk, but Wang Zhao's hand that was fanning him suddenly froze.
"You can't just call me that; you have to treat me like your real father. From now on, no one else can be called 'father'! There can only be me!"
Yu Suihuan was speechless. Wang Zhao was still quite young himself; how could he want to be someone’s father already?
Both Yu Suihuan and Wang Zhao turned to look at the boy. He had his head down, continuing to eat, but the grip on his bowl was so tight that his fingers had lost all color. It was clear he was struggling internally.
His younger brother would only suffer if he followed him, but if he acknowledged the man in front of him as his father, would their situation improve? If it meant his brother could eat well and stay warm, what did it matter who he called father?
Xiao Wa stared blankly at Wang Zhao's face, and Wang Zhao wasn't even sure if the boy understood what he had just said.
"Father!"
Wang Zhao had just taken a sip of Malt Milk when he suddenly heard Xiao Wa call him 'father,' nearly choking on it.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Yu Suihuan was even more speechless. What a strange twist of fate this was; look how excited the old man had become!
"Alright!"
Wang Zhao quickly wiped his mouth and put on a serious expression. "Since you call me father, then from now on you are my own son. I will treat you as my own. Come here and bow to your father a few times; we will rely on each other from now on. Don’t worry, as long as I have food to eat, I will never let you go hungry."
As soon as Wang Zhao finished speaking, Xiao Wa suddenly knelt down with a thud.
"Father!"
Without hesitation, he began to knock his head against the ground with loud thuds.
"Hahaha, son, get up!"
Wang Zhao was just about to step forward to help Xiao Wa up, fearing that if he knocked his head too hard, he might end up making himself foolish. But then Xiao Wa turned his body and faced Yu Suihuan instead, calling out "Mother," before resuming his knocking on the ground.
"Huh?"
Yu Suihuan was startled by Xiao Wa's actions. Did this child misunderstand something?
However, it’s not the right time to explain. We should help the child up first.
Get up now!
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