When the child cried, Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuxue were obviously panicked.

They had never had much contact with such a young child before, and it was the first time they had experienced making people cry.

Sang Ying was in a hurry and said quickly: "Stop crying. We didn't pay attention to this day. Have you been hurt? We will compensate you for this can of soup. You can see if you have been burned?"

The child was shrouded in a sad mood, and the "loss" was so difficult that he squeezed into his ears.

Hearing this sentence, the child seemed to suddenly come back to his senses.

He was happy at first, and then lowered his head awkwardly: "It's not your business, it's because I ran too fast because the soup is about to be cold. I bumped into it myself and didn't stand firm."

Sang Ying didn't expect him to say that, touched his head and continued, "It's okay, it's also a fate to meet you and me in this city. How about this can of soup treat this can of soup as a gift I gave you?"

While one big and one small were talking, Jiang Zhuoxue had already taken the initiative to find the nearest restaurant and ordered the most expensive soup in the store.

Thinking that the jar in the child's arms was broken, he even went to buy the exact same one.

Fortunately, the kid's jar is very ordinary and can be bought on the street.

When Jiang Zhuoxue came back with the jar, less than half an hour had passed.

"Pick the jar, I tied a rope on it, just carry it away. The soup inside has just been out of the pot, and it may be a little hot." Jiang Zhuoxue carefully reminded.

The child originally wanted to refuse, but Jiang Zhuoxue didn't give him the chance to refuse, so he stuffed the jar to him as soon as he came.

The child opened his mouth and was about to say something, but when he looked up, the two of them disappeared.

He carefully opened the jar and a fragrance that was richer than the soup he had brought before came out domineeringly.

Just took a small sip and the child quickly stuffed the lid back.

The soup smells so fragrant and it must be very good. He must hold the jar well and not fall any further.

After reminding me a few words, the child continued to rush towards the direction he was originally going.

In the chaotic slum, Wuming, who had driven his nephew away countless times and wanted the other party to come forever, was standing in front of the window with several holes, looking at it.

There was no obvious expression on his face, but the old man who occupied the only bed in the house saw the worry in his eyes.

The old man made a tsk voice: "Didn't you say you were away from you before and you won't see you again in the future? Now I'm just a little late, so nervous?"

The man, Wuming, turned his head and glanced at the old man with an expressionless face. After confirming that the other party received his warning look, he turned his head and continued to look out the window.

After being exposed by the old man, Wuming's concern was written directly on his face. He wanted to draw a line with his nephew who had been given to someone else's family, but he was also really worried that this nephew would have an accident on the road.

Seeing that the sky outside was slowly getting darker, Wuming's frown became even tighter.

"Don't worry, I've already told your nephew a fortune. Not only is he okay, but he will also encounter good luck." The old man is also a soft-hearted person. Even though he is too cramped on weekdays, he still chose to comfort him at this time.

Even though Wuming looked down on the old man on weekdays, he actually believed in the old man's calculations from the bottom of his heart.

So as soon as he said that his nephew was fine, Wuming became much more relaxed with the naked eye.

And the fact is just as the old man said. Not long after, a familiar figure appeared in Wuming's sight. The child was walking carefully in the slum with a jar in his hand, and he was more careful than ever before.

Wuming didn't miss this scene. This time, without waiting for the child to open the door, Wuming took the initiative to open the door and came out to greet him.

"Uncle, why did you come out to open the door for me today?" The child looked surprised.

He was about to walk in, but Wuming stopped him. The tall man grabbed a piece of dirty and obvious hem, forcing the child to stop.

"What's going on? What did you encounter on the way here? Someone bullied you?" Thinking of this possibility, Wuming's face darkened again.

The child was startled by his serious expression, but he quickly explained: "No uncle, no one bullies me."

He replied first, then forced Wuming away who was blocking the door and put the jar that had been carried all the way into the room.

The house that Wuming and the old man are now temporarily living is considered dilapidated even in a place like a chaotic slum. The roof has been disrepaired and has been broken several holes. It is fine during the day, and the skylight leaks from outside can be considered to be a bit brighter to the room. But at night, snakes and insects will drill in through these holes, causing a lot of trouble to the two of them.

The only bed was made of wooden boards, with a dirty and torn bedding on it.

The child looked at the table in front of him and carefully looked at the legs of the table that had been repaired many times.

Wuming also saw his little movement, and replied immediately: "I have repaired it again, the table will not fall. Tell me quickly what's going on with my body so dirty?"

Under Wuming's constant urging, the child slowly spoke: "It was because I ran too fast today and even the jar and soup broke. A fairy sister who was passing by saw me pitiful, so she bought me the soup again. Uncle, come and drink it, it's still hot!"

The child went to the old place to search for bowls and chopsticks, but saw that there was a brand new bowl in the cupboard that originally had only two bowls.

The old man who had been lying on the bed had already sat up. When he saw the child holding the new bowl, he smiled and explained to him: "This was bought by your uncle for you specifically, for fear that you won't be able to drink the soup."

The child's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at his uncle in surprise.

Wuming didn't expect that the old man would betray him as soon as he came. He subconsciously avoided the gaze of his nephew looking at him. But after touching the surprise in the other party's eyes, Wuming's movements stopped.

He coughed lightly and responded to the old man's words: "Well, it's for you."

The child's expression was indeed happier.

So the three of them really sat at the small and worn square table, and drank the precious soup in the jar one by one.

Because Jiang Zhuoxue was not stingy with spirit stones at all, and he chose the best restaurant in the city. So the soup contained a lot of nourishing and spiritual ingredients. The three of them felt it as soon as they drank it.

The old man and Wuming looked at each other, not knowing what they were thinking about. However, neither of them showed it in front of the child. They rarely sat down to drink soup with peace of mind.

After a bowl of soup, the child is leaving too.

He held the new jar and shook his squint at the door for a long time, staring at his only relative now.

Wuming pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time, but finally defeated in his nephew's gaze: "You can come every three days from now on."

"Okay!" The child jumped up happily and immediately walked away with the jar.

When the child walked away, the old man suddenly tsk again.


Chapter completed!