Chapter 1942 Tribulation (16)

He hugged the fox and sniffed.

Rub its head and rub its ears.

The movement is visible to the naked eye.

Love it, love it so much that I won’t let it go for a moment.

The fox was in his arms, lazily licking him again.

Licking his face and his red and swollen eyes.

He curved the corners of his lips, seeming to like its intimate action.

I couldn't help but rub it, and kept saying: "Fox... fox..."

He loves his fox.

"..." The fox lowered its tail and moved lazily.

The boy held it, his eyes shining brightly.

Keep looking at it and touching it.

Touch its soft fur, warm body, and cunning big tail.

I love it no matter how I look at it, I love it so much.

The fox snarled and put its paws on his shoulders.

Seeing that he finally stopped crying, it tilted its head and looked at the stove.

Straight up, unabashedly.

The boy who had been paying attention to it also looked over.

This time, I noticed something strange.

He was stunned for a moment.

At this time, except for him and the fox, there was no one else in the small kitchen.

Those bad soldiers who were clamoring for some food just now are all gone for some reason.

The pot was covered with a lid and a spoon was placed on top.

It was steaming hot, and the firewood underneath was still burning and smoking.

The aroma of meat is overflowing and the aroma is astounding.

The lid of the pot was tightly covered, and it seemed that it had not been touched by the soldiers.

The young man was stunned, watching quietly with wet eyes.

Somewhat confused.

He didn't know why there was something cooking in his house.

Even, there seemed to be meat.

Obviously, he has no money and cannot afford meat...

He stared blankly at the fragrant pot, holding the big fox in his arms, motionless.

It seems that he still can't react.

The fox achieved its goal and finally rested on his shoulder with peace of mind.

Lazy, tail drooped.

The tip of the tail wags slightly.

The young man stood there and stared for a long time.

Then, he lowered his moist eyelashes and pursed his lips.

My stomach growled loudly again.

It was so loud it seemed like the whole house could hear it.

The fox who was resting on his shoulder lowered his ears and trembled.

There was no reaction, she just quietly licked him again.

Very intimate.

The boy's ears were a little red. He looked at it but didn't say anything.

He only touched its hair gently, his eyes were blank and slightly absent-minded.

"Is it her..."

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

Is it her...

The person who... took care of him yesterday.

The young man lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

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I washed the dishes and opened the lid of the pot.

The young man scooped out the meat porridge from the pot.

He scooped up a large basin full of tender and fresh meat.

Sprinkled with chopped green onion, it is very fragrant and fragrant.

It smelled so good that his stomach growled crazily.

Saliva is also secreted involuntarily.

The boy scooped up the porridge and blew on it.

Then he carefully held the bowl and brought it to the fox.

Give it food first.

"You're hungry too, right?"

He squatted on the ground, his eyes were red and swollen, but still bright.

Looking at it sparklingly, reaching out and touching its fluffy little head.

"You eat, there's a lot of meat."

He wanted to give it the delicious food first.

When it is finished, he will eat again.

The fox looked at him and then at the porridge that had a lot left.

He didn't hesitate, flicked his tail, and ate.

Keep your head down and eat quietly.