dumb wife farming

Chapter 951
The child has been huddled in the grass, the clothes on his body are also torn, he should be a little beggar, but, at such a young age, it is obviously the age when he should be loved by his parents.

"Boss, add another bowl of wonton." Song Yao greeted the old man again, and the old man nodded happily, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

……

When Song Yao's wontons were served, she didn't eat first, but got up herself, and walked over to the child beside the grass.

The child noticed that someone was approaching, and immediately shook his head. The little milk cried, "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I don't steal, don't hit me."

The weather is about to enter autumn, and the clothes worn by the children have been torn and almost short-sleeved.Song Yao felt distressed. Looking at the big-headed doll, she shook her head: "Good boy, I'm not going to beat you. I ordered a bowl of wonton for you. Do you want to come over and eat?"

Song Yao looked at those innocent and ignorant eyes, and her heart throbbed with pain.

"Really?" Hearing Song Yao say this, the figure of the child turning and running slowed down. He turned his head in surprise and looked at Song Yao in disbelief.

"Of course it's true, do you want to come and eat?" Song Yao pointed to the table over there.

"I...but I'm dirty." The child lowered his head and looked at his dirty appearance. He stepped back timidly, but the struggle in his eyes was easily revealed.

"It's okay, do you want to come here?" Song Yao stepped forward to hold the child's hand, and seeing Song Yao's warm hand holding him, the big-headed baby walked over step by step. It's like stepping on a cloud.

"Ma'am, this child is nobody's business. If he is allowed to sit here, this..." The boss doesn't like letting dirty dolls sit on chairs.

"I'll give you silver, can I?" Song Yao put a silver ingot on the table, but the boss couldn't say anything when he saw the silver.

Song Yao sat alone at the table with the child, and she pushed the wonton in front of him. The child's eyes were shining, and she kept staring at Song Yao curiously.

"Eat it, it's all yours. If it's not enough, there are more." Song Yao's eyes were full of tenderness, and the little guy gradually became less afraid, and wanted to eat as soon as he picked up the spoon.

"It's a little hot, blow on it."

……

Later, they simply shared two tables. Since Lin Shuixian became a mother, she has never seen such a thing.Seeing the little guy gobbling it up, her voice subconsciously softened: "What's your name?"

The little guy quickly swallowed the wonton in his mouth, then shook his head: "I don't have a name."

"Aren't your parents gone?" Shen Man asked.

The little guy nodded, in fact, he didn't even know how he got here.

Sikong Fengtian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stretched out his hand to the little guy's wrist. Suddenly someone touched it, and the little guy reacted so violently that he almost fell off the chair.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take your pulse." Sikong Fengtian patted the little guy's back comfortingly, and said softly.

"How is it?" Song Yao asked a little nervously, this child must be healthy and healthy, otherwise how much hardship will he suffer?

"It's not bad. Moreover, this kid seems to have a delicate bone." Sikong Fengtian squeezed his shoulders and arms. The little guy was obviously wary of Sikong Fengtian's touch. He didn't even want his favorite little wonton. No, it was Shen Man who touched his head, and the gentle feeling made him relax.

"Don't worry, take him to the temple to clean up later." Sikong Fengtian knew what Shen Man was worried about.

Several people surrounded the child, and Lin Xi was still babbling and greeting the little doll, so they didn't see them, and a figure in the distance stared at their position for a long time.

(End of this chapter)