Chapter 75 The Real World

Especially the way he looked at you with wet, shiny black eyes, so cute that Bei Yutang hugged the boy Mo, took a sip, and kissed his tender face heavily.

The boy Mo was stunned for a moment, his small ears flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Alas, the little guy is shy.

A smile appeared on Bei Yutang's face.

After cleaning the kid Mo, Bei Yutang began to take care of himself. Speaking of which, she and the kid are almost as dirty as they are.

Bei Yutang washed two buckets of water before washing off the strange smell.

After the two sorted out, the sun also set. It wasn't until their stomachs rumbled that Bei Yutang remembered that it was time to make dinner.

Bei Yutang tragically found that there was no rice in the rice jar, not even bran rice.

Before she left, she ate all the white noodles.

"Mo'er, what did you eat when Mother was in a coma?" Bei Yutang couldn't help asking.

Xiao Zimo took a handful of tender wild vegetables from a small pot, like the seedlings of young leaves, "Eat this."

"Is that just a little bit?" This amount is not enough for the two of them.

"I'll go pick it up again."

"go together."

In two days, I went to the field ridge at the foot of the mountain, and there were many such wild vegetables growing on the edge of the field. The two picked a lot and waited until the sun went down before returning home.

Bei Yutang looked at the pot and didn't know what to do for a while.

The boy Mo saw Bei Yutang's embarrassment, and wisely stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and began to wash and cut the vegetables. After the water boiled, he threw the wild vegetables into it.

Bei Yutang looked at it very seriously, and the process was simple. She secretly made a note, ready to do it herself tomorrow.

After the water boiled, the boy Mo gave Bei Yutang a big bowl.

Seeing that he hadn't served it for himself, Bei Yutang filled him a big bowl and handed it to him. The boy Mo looked at her in surprise, then carefully held the bowl.

Bei Yutang took a sip, and a bitter taste instantly filled his taste buds. Bei Yutang frowned slightly and swallowed the bitter vegetable soup in his mouth.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw that kid Mo was drinking vegetable soup with relish.

There is no salt, no oil, no seasoning, only the bitter taste of wild vegetables, but he eats it sweetly.

Bei Yutang looked at his thin body, and her heart was slightly touched.

Without conditions, there is no qualification to dislike.

Bei Yutang drank the bitter vegetable soup silently, and his taste buds got used to the bitterness a little bit. After eating a bowl of vegetable soup, he saw the boy Mo diligently put away the bowls and chopsticks.

His movements are skilled, and it seems that he is used to doing these things.

"I'll come." Bei Yutang took the bowl and chopsticks from his hands.

The boy Mo stood dumbfoundedly and looked at her.

My mother actually took the initiative to wash the dishes.

In the evening, Bei Yutang spread the sun-dried quilt, and saw the boy Mo walking out holding a ball of tattered quilt.

"where are you going?"

"Chaifang." The boy Mo said with his dark and bright eyes.

Only then did Bei Yutang remember that the original owner, Mu Zhitao, threw him into the firewood room to sleep alone when he was two years old. Both ends of the firewood house are ventilated, and in winter, the cold wind blows.

Sometimes on rainy nights, the roof leaks, and the firewood house is a place where no one can live.

Bei Yutang lifted a corner of the quilt and patted the bed, "Come and sleep."

The boy Mo looked at her in astonishment.