Chapter 79 The Real World

Bei Yutang raised her hand and patted the dust off his body. Glancing over the clothes she was wearing, she sighed slightly in her heart, it seemed that she wanted to find a way to make money.

She took the boy Mo's hand, "Go home."

The boy Mo raised his head in surprise.

Mother, you didn't beat him.

It took more than an hour to return from the town to the village, and by the time I got home, it was already sunset.

Boy Mo lights a fire, and Bei Yutang washes and cooks.

The millet rice has not yet come out of the pot, and the smell of rice is already floating in the kitchen. Bei Yutang boiled the Chinese cabbage and sprinkled a little salt on it. There were no other auxiliary seasonings.

After the book rice was out of the pot, the boy's eyes were straight, but he quickly turned his head and lowered his head. These millet rice is not something he can eat. His mother didn't prepare his dinner today, so he can only drink water.

The boy Mo drooped his head and stood silently in the corner of the wall.

Bei Yutang was wondering why he didn't hear the boy Mo's voice. When he turned his head, he saw that the little guy was like an abandoned puppy, squatting pitifully in the corner.

Looking at his lonely background, Bei Yutang felt a burst of sadness inexplicably.

Bei Yutang remembered that every time Muzhitao eats delicious food, he has never had a share of the kid Mo, even if she throws it away, she will not give it to him.

When kid Mo was very young, he would still quarrel for it, but every time he was beaten by Muzhitao, after a long time, kid Mo no longer dared to ask her what she wanted to eat.

Each time, he could only stand in the corner, looking at Mu Zhimoo eating and drinking alone. Sometimes, if he watched for a long time, he would be beaten and scolded by Muzhi Tao again.

Over time, every time there is something delicious, the little guy will hide in the corner and wrap himself up, so that Muzhi Tao can't see it and won't hit him.

This pattern has formed a habit. As long as there is delicious food, the little guy does not dare to appear in Muzhi Tao's field of vision.

The more Bei Yutang thought about it, the more angry she became. If Mu Zhitao was here, she would definitely go to Haibian for a meal.

"Mo'er, come here."

Hearing his mother's call, the boy Mo's body trembled unconsciously.

Mother, he didn't see it, really didn't see it.

The kid Mo was discriminating in his heart, but in reality he didn't dare to say a word and walked to Bei Yutang's side tremblingly. Bei Yutang stuffed a bowl of millet rice into the little guy's hand.

The kid Mo's eyes widened, looking at the thing in his hand with a look of surprise.

Bei Yutang stared at the little guy who was standing there dumbfoundedly, and said with a smile, "Hurry up and eat it, my mother will give it to you after eating."

"Mother, is this really for me to eat?" The desire in the boy's eyes was intertwined with the long-standing fear of the original owner, and the contradictions were intertwined. My heart softened.

"Well, Mother will give you as much as Mo'er wants to eat." Bei Yutang looked at the expression on his face and felt a little sour in his heart, "Eat it quickly, if you don't eat Mother, you will take it back. "

The half-joking words were completely different in the ears of the little guy. He took her words seriously, for fear that his mother would take back the millet rice that he finally gave him and devoured it.

Bei Yutang was taken aback by his actions, and hurriedly poured him a glass of water, "Eat slowly, mother won't rob you."

The boy Mo kept moving, still eating in a hurry.