Cheng Hao lived for 28 years in his last life, and spent most of his time in the boxing team. Every day is training and training. Life is dull, but they are not without entertainment.
They also surf the Internet, watch TV, read novels and so on. Although he doesn't have much contact with these, he also knows something about "Gold Finger".
But now he is not sure whether he really has a golden finger, he only has one feeling at the moment—hungry, and he only wants to do one thing—eat.
The teenager glanced at the plate with the sandwich and milk before: "You didn't eat what I asked Danny to give you?"
"I ate." Cheng Hao was a little embarrassed: "I have a big appetite."
This is no longer a matter of appetite... The boy's face showed shock. He glanced at Cheng Hao, then took out a milk powder can from the corner beside the bed, and poured some oatmeal from it.
He poured the oatmeal into the iron lunch box, added some water to mix it up, and fed it to Cheng Hao spoon by spoon.
The water he added was not hot water, but cold water. The oatmeal was not soaked at all, and this oatmeal was the cheapest one...
Cheng Hao felt like he was chewing wood scum.
But he is so hungry.
A lunch box full of wooden scum, no, he actually ate all the cereal by himself.
He felt more strength coming back to him, much less weakness and pain in his body, and then... hungrier.
There is still a lot of oatmeal in the milk powder can that put oatmeal...
Cheng Hao's eyes fell on the can: "Can you give me some more?"
The boy hesitated for a moment, poured out all the oatmeal left in the can, added some water, and fed it to Cheng Hao. While feeding, he looked at Cheng Hao's stomach with surprised eyes.
Cheng Hao was also surprised.
Forget about the sandwiches, milk and fried chicken at the beginning. The large piece of bread is not the light bread that he used to eat in China. On the contrary, it is very heavy, and it may be enough for the whole family to eat.
Not to mention the later cereal.
Domestic dieters, soaking two or three spoonfuls of oatmeal can serve as a meal, but the boy just poured a lunch box full of oatmeal for him.
This lunch box is quite big. With the amount of food in his previous life, he must be full after eating such a lunch box of cereal.
But now, he has eaten all of this, and he still feels hungry.
Cheng Hao took another big spoonful of oatmeal, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the lunch box, I'll eat it myself."
The boy gave Cheng Hao the lunch box and the spoon.
Cheng Hao took the lunch box and spoon, and ate quickly. While eating, a harsh voice suddenly sounded: "Ah!"
Cheng Hao turned his head, only to notice that it was the mixed-race child who made the sound.
The child's eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open and he made some harsh and hoarse voices, and his eyes fell on the lunch box Cheng Hao was holding.
Cheng Hao knew that the child had a physical defect because he couldn't get a response when he talked to the child before, and he was even more sure of this when he heard people outside say "little dumb".
But now seeing him like this... Cheng Hao knew that the child in front of him should be congenitally or acquiredly deaf. He can't speak because he can't hear the sound, and he is regarded as dumb, but his vocal cords are actually fine, so he can make a sound when he is angry or emotional.
As for why it gets emotional...
Cheng Hao stopped eating cereal.
It suddenly occurred to him that the previous sandwich and milk were fine. The fried chicken cutlet was originally brought to the child by the boy, but he ate it.
Not only that, he also ate bread, and he almost finished his oatmeal...
At this time, the food in the United States is relatively rich compared with other countries. There are many channels for the poor to obtain free food. However, due to various considerations from the government, the food given cannot be stored for a long time.
Poor people will eat food with a short shelf life, and most of them will sell food that can last for a long time.
If the two brothers lived with their parents and their parents worked, they would have another source of food, but in this garage, there are no traces of people other than them living.
The two of them, even if they had parents, would definitely not live with them, so most of them lived on relief.
I... probably ate all the food in their house.
Cheng Hao looked at what was left of him, which was only one-third of the cereal in the lunch box, and felt that he would have no face to face these two children.
"I've had enough." Cheng Hao put down his spoon and stopped eating. He didn't know if the two of them would eat his leftover cereal, but he definitely couldn't eat it now.
"It's okay, you can eat, there is still something to eat." The boy said, he rummaged through the things around him, and took out another can: "I still have a can of tuna."
"I really have enough." Cheng Hao said. He could tell that this young man had hidden some food at home, but it was definitely not much. Maybe this can was their last food, and he couldn't eat up all their food.
Seeing that Cheng Hao stopped eating, the boy opened the can, carefully dug out half of the can of tuna with a spoon, and put it in the lunch box.
No, that's not actually tuna... the vast majority of what's dug out of this so-called canned tuna is soybeans.
This is a can filled with half of soybeans and a small amount of tuna.
The smell from the can was a bit fishy, but Cheng Hao still wanted to eat it... He could only divert his attention and talk to the boy: "Are you Chinese too? My name is Cheng Hao, what's your name?"
The boy mixed the soy tuna and oatmeal in the can and handed it to the child. Then he glanced at Cheng Hao, lowered his head again, and said in dialect: "My name is Lin Yuxun."
"Which Yu? Which Xun?" Cheng Hao asked.
Lin Yuxun said: "I'll write it for you." He said, took an old newspaper, and wrote "Lin Yuxun" in the blank space beside it with a pencil.
The strokes of his writing are wrong, and the handwriting is not good-looking. He probably has not learned Chinese specifically. Cheng Hao said: "Your name sounds nice, and the meaning is also good."
"Really?" Lin Yuxun looked at Cheng Hao in surprise.
"Of course!" Cheng Hao affirmed.
The biracial kid had been eating canned cereal as the two talked.
Cheng Hao knew that this food should not taste good, but the kid ate it with relish.
Cheng Hao asked, "This is your brother. What's his name?" This mixed-race child is very similar to Lin Yuxun, but he obviously has Caucasian blood. He is probably Lin Yuxun's half-brother or half-brother.
In poor communities, more than half of the children are in single-parent families. Most of them live with their mothers, and brothers and sisters often do not belong to the same father.
"His name is Danny, and he doesn't have a Chinese name." Lin Yuxun said, and as soon as he finished speaking, a lunch box was handed to him.
Danny ate half of the cereal in the can and left the other half untouched.
Lin Yuxun took a look, took the lid of the iron lunch box and put it on.
"You don't want to eat?" Cheng Hao asked. He regrets it very much now. If Lin Yuxun hadn't brought him back, even if he really had a golden finger, he might have died, but he ate up Lin Yuxun's food...
"I ate at school." Lin Yuxun said.
Cheng Hao recalled what he saw from Cheng Jinhao's memory.
In the United States, children from very low-income families can study for free, and the school also provides free lunch and even breakfast, but they eat very badly. Lin Yuxun will bring back the fried chicken from the school, which is enough to explain the fried chicken It is a rare food that is rarely eaten in school.
Moreover, school ends very early, usually at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, so there is no dinner. Lin Yuxun is probably hungry now.
He didn't eat, probably because there wasn't enough food.
Cheng Hao wanted to persuade him to eat, but thinking that maybe the other party only had this little food left, it was hard to persuade him.
While struggling, Cheng Hao heard the sound of someone knocking on the rolling door outside.
The rolling shutter door is made of iron, very thin, and can make a "clang bang bang" sound with a light slap, not to mention that the people outside are not slapping it lightly, but smashing it hard.
The sound was so loud.
And accompanied by the sound of slamming the door, there was also the sound of cursing. Cheng Hao still couldn't understand a lot of those swearing words, and occasionally he understood what he said, but he found it unbearable.
These people scolded people too much!
At the same time, their voices were quite familiar - the people who bullied Lin Yuxun before had returned, and they were knocking on the door.
After these black men were scared away by him, they probably couldn't get angry, so they came back again.
Cheng Hao's face was ugly, and he wanted to get up almost immediately to drive people away, but was held down by the pale Lin Yuxun: "Leave them alone, they will be fine in a while."
As soon as Lin Yuxun finished speaking, there was a loud noise far exceeding the previous one.
Rolling shutter doors are easy to be smashed. Cheng Hao's face changed when he heard the voice, and he was a little worried. Fortunately, at this time, there was the sound of splashing water and a woman's scolding: "A bunch of bastards, if you make any noise again, old lady Just kill you!"
"Are you crazy, even pouring water on us!" A black teenager's voice sounded.
"Stupid pig, get out!" A woman's voice sounded, followed by a man's voice: "You bastards, did you break my door? I'm going to kill you!"
The voices of those black teenagers did not reply this time, and not only that, but the knocking on the door was also gone.
Cheng Hao asked, "Who was speaking just now?"
"It's Aunt Beverly and the landlord." Lin Yuxun said, and after speaking, he opened the bedroom door and walked out.
Cheng Hao wanted to follow, but if he really wanted to do it, it would not only make his wound heal slowly, but also waste the food he ate... He didn't get out of bed after all, so he just raised his voice: "Be careful, don't worry about it." go out."
According to Cheng Jinhao's memory, the slums at night were very dangerous.
"I won't go out." Lin Yuxun said, he did not go out, and came back soon.
And his complexion was even uglier than before going out.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Hao asked.
"It's okay." Lin Yu searched, thought for a while and said, "The door was smashed by them, and I'm afraid it won't open tomorrow."
If this kind of iron door is deformed by knocking, it may not be able to open or close.
For rich people, this is just a trivial matter, but Lin Yuxun obviously has no money... Can he get a new door to replace it
And... the door is broken, how are they going to get out tomorrow