Eighty-second bowl of soup (3)
But this child was covered with extremely terrifying scars. Even though Qing Huan was well-informed, she had never seen so many injuries on such a young child.
Her movements felt lighter, even though she pressed Zhan Lu to the shore, she just didn't let him move. "good."
Zhan Lu didn't move at first, and then struggled frantically. For him, this kind of being knocked down has happened too many times, and every time he got a huge injury, but no matter how injured he was, he never gave in, and he still had to struggle, struggling to the end until death.
Qing Huan was sweating profusely from him. The little child looked at the little one as if he had no ability, but his strength was astonishing, and he was desperate. No matter how he struggled, she was afraid of hurting him, so she had to put him in the end. Stand still, except for a pair of big black eyes, no part of the body can move, Zhan Lu is considered to be honest.
Qing Huan looked at his eyes full of hatred and coldness, first sighed, and then touched his head—a dirty head with bunches of hair that hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time, but she didn't dislike him, instead she looked at him Gentle: "I didn't say that I would take you to eat delicious food, and also help you teach those who bully you a lesson. Don't move anymore. I won't beat you."
Saying this on the mouth, the hands have already started to help him take a bath. The dirt on the little guy's body can be scraped off a large layer, and Qing Huan is disgusted even if she doesn't have a cleanliness. But even so, the scars are hard to hide. What kind of life did he live in Tiandaozong? He is obviously a good boy, so why treat him like this.
It took her more than an hour to wash Zhan Lu, her tired hands were about to break, but she didn't have any clean clothes to wear, so she took off her robe and put it on him, then loosened it around her waist. Zhan Lu stared at the white robe on his body with terrified eyes, and Qing Huan realized when he saw that his eyes were wrong: "It doesn't matter, I brought this clothes casually, and no one would dare to tell you if you wore it." What are you?"
As he spoke, he touched the little beast's head again. Zhanlu's shoes were broken, and one of the soles fell off. It was really hard to see. Qing Huan immediately picked him up. He was thin and malnourished and couldn't eat. Full meal, therefore no weight. Fearing that he would struggle, Qing Huan never let him go free.
Zhan Lu's body exuded the scent of milk body wash, and he finally felt like a child. Qing Huan carried him and sneaked into Tiandaozong's kitchen. It was already past dinner time, and the third-class disciples had all gone to their evening classes, so the big kitchen was empty. Qing Huan looked around, put Zhan Lu on a clean stove that hadn't been used much, found some fresh ingredients, came over and asked him, "What do you want to eat?"
The little beast, which could not speak or move, focused its gaze on the beef not far away.
They all said that he was a beast, an animal, so they didn't give him meat, saying that he would develop animal nature from eating meat—but Zhan Lu didn't understand, isn't he an animal? Why can't animals eat meat? The meat is delicious. He once ate a piece of raw meat secretly, and the wonderful taste was still fresh in his memory. Unfortunately, he never had the chance to eat it again, except for the leftovers that were thrown away as bad water. He didn't even have a clean bowl of rice.
Just because he is the product of wolf ghost and human, a monster.
Qing Huan saw his longing eyes, and felt unspeakable pain in her heart. She came over and touched Zhan Lu's head: "I'll untie it for you, you sit here and wait for me to finish the meal, but you are not allowed to run away, is that okay?"
escape? Where can he escape to
Qing Huan just asked him, and didn't have to answer, so she let him go free immediately, and wrapped a chicken leg in greased paper for him. Zhan Lu's eyes glowed green, his vertical pupils looked very excited, he hugged him and started to chew, Qing Huan looked at him dumbfounded, this little idiot, he was so hungry that he even ate oil paper. She quickly reached out to get it, but Zhanlu thought she was going to grab his food, so he hid the chicken leg in his arms with one hand, and grabbed Qing Huan's wrist with the other hand and opened his mouth to take a bite.
She didn't expect it, so she was bitten squarely, but she didn't feel any pain, even though Zhanlu's canines had already sunk deeply into her flesh. Qing Huan sighed, knowing that it was difficult to gain the trust of this little beast-like child, so she was not angry, but looked at him gently and tolerantly.
In Zhanlu's seven-year-old life so far, no one has ever expressed kindness to him. His father was a wolf ghost, and his mother was a monk. They both died very early. From the moment he became conscious, all he got was rejection, disgust, alienation, and abuse.
That's why he hates the world.
But when someone treats him well without any purpose, he will also quickly want to grasp this rare warmth and refuse to let go.
He bit Qing Huan's wrist and stared at her, with only one feeling in his heart: this person's blood is so sweet.
He wants to keep drinking.
But if he did keep drinking, the man would die, right? Just like those pheasants and rabbits caught by him and drank blood, they will all die, and their warm bodies will gradually become cold and stiff. But Pheasant Rabbit can't hug him or talk to him softly, let alone give him something to eat.
Slowly, Zhanlu let go of his mouth, Qing Huan bent down and said to him: "I want to help you take off the oil paper, that thing can't be eaten, it will cause diarrhea." She pointed to Zhanlu's other hand He didn't ask him for the chicken leg in his hand, but picked up another piece of oil paper and told him to take off the oil paper and throw it away.
In fact, the purpose of wrapping him in oiled paper at the beginning was to prevent him from getting too dirty, so that his clothes could be kept clean, but now it seems that even if it gets dirty, what’s the point? You can wash it again if it’s dirty.
Following her example, Zhan Lu pulled out the greased paper, put it in his mouth and took two bites to chew—just now he was too hungry to eat without noticing the smell of the greased paper. After realizing that it was not tasty and had a strange smell, he obediently handed out the greased paper.
Qing Huan laughed and gave him another chicken leg. The little beast's eyes lit up, and the vertical pupils gradually enlarged and became round—Qing Huan realized that he had been on alert all along, and it became softer because of the food. Compared with ordinary people, the eyeballs were only bigger and darker. It's rounder, and there's no other difference.
She quickly ordered a bowl of noodles. The ingredients here are all the best, and the food is naturally more delicious. There was a lot of shredded meat in the noodles, and a few eggs. When it was served to Zhan Lu, he had already finished eating the chicken legs. He ignored the hot noodles and ate them. It seemed that someone would knock down his bowl, but it was too hot. , he was reluctant to spit it out, swallowed it hastily, stuck out his little tongue and only exhaled, it was so cute.
Qinghuan, she... likes these small and soft creatures very much. Looking at the few on the Naihe Bridge, she knows that the soft, cute little things are very attractive to her. So with a twist of her palm, a can of soda popped out. The sound of opening the can made Zhan Lu very frightened, and he trembled a little, Qing Huan realized that when he was extremely nervous, his ears would turn into hairy ears standing on both sides, but it was too difficult for her to ignore when he took a bath just now , no wonder... She said she felt something was weird.
The fluffy ears are black and integrated with the hair, but the trembling and trembling appearance is really cute. Although it is a little thinner and more injured, it is still good-looking. This is enough, at least for Qing Huan For him, it was enough for her to be more gentle with him.
Resisting the urge to rub her little ears, she poured the soda into a bowl and handed it to Zhan Lu. Zhan Lu saw this kind of thing for the first time, and felt that the girl in front of him would not harm him, so he tentatively stretched out his little pink tongue with Qing Huan's hand and licked it lightly. At first, I was stimulated to withdraw it, but when I rolled it into my mouth, I found it was surprisingly delicious. He took a quick look at Qing Huan, held the bowl with two small meat pads, and drank half of the bowl before stopping.
The more Qing Huan watched him, the more she liked him, so she told him: "Eat the noodles slowly, otherwise it will be very hot and your tongue will hurt, you know?"
Zhan Lu hesitated before nodding, looking at her bitten wrist. Qing Huan followed his gaze and smiled lightly: "You bit me, you have to listen to me in the future, otherwise I will be angry."
Zhan Lu didn't know what obedience was at all, he could barely understand other people's words, he couldn't even say funny words, so he didn't respond to Qing Huan, and continued to eat noodles.
Four dishes of dishes and a big pot of noodles, such a big child ate all of them, and his stomach was full, Qing Huan saw that he was afraid that he would not have to eat in the future, so he ate desperately, so she rubbed his belly and decided Pack up all the remaining ingredients and take away. After all, raising a child requires money, and she is now penniless.
At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and there was a faint conversation: "... Sigh, I have been doing evening classes for too long today, and I am starving to death. I need to eat something."
"I'm really envious of those third-class disciples. They just need to clean up the place now, and they don't need to practice so hard at all."
"Bah, I think that's what you said. Are you willing to be a third-class disciple?"
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Several people talked one after another, but Zhan Lu turned pale. He knew what it was like to be caught cheating, especially when he was wearing a white robe that only first-class disciples could wear!
Just when he was about to get into the stove to hide in a panic, Qing Huan hugged him, tapped his toes, and easily hid on the beam, stretched out his hand, and there was a piece of milk candy in his palm.
She slowly peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into the little beast's mouth. The little guy was still nervous, but as soon as he tasted the sweetness, his expression changed instantly. His eyes were watery, his vertical pupils disappeared, and his round black eyes returned. up.