Do you also want to adopt Doro?

Soon, the two had almost finished eating the food on the table.

Huang Musong and Duoluo each finished their respective steamed buns and fried liver.

In the end, what was left were fermented mung bean juice and fried dough rings.

Based on his appetite, Huang Musong was already full, but Duoluo could continue eating.

But it wants the tall, thin person to eat more than it.

However, before Duoluo could speak, Huang Musong pushed the bowl of warm soy milk over to him.

"I ate more pickled cabbage than you just now."

Huang Musong suppressed a laugh and coaxed Duoluo, "Now it's your turn to drink the last bowl of 'bean soup'."

He deliberately didn't mention the name of "Douzhi" (fermented mung bean juice).

So that Doraemon might hear about it and become unwilling to taste it.

The simple-minded Doraemon was completely unaware that the humans were planning to play a trick on him.

Doro nodded blankly, picked up a small spoon, scooped up some dark gray soy milk, and prepared to taste it.

The closer the spoon got to him, the more distorted Huang Musong's expression became, and his attempt to suppress a laugh looked rather strange.

Doro blinked, still unaware that it was about to be tricked. However, it suddenly wondered if it should be more courteous first.

Breakfast is something people pay for.

Even though people say he's already full, if it's a white lie...

Thinking of this, Duoluo raised her little hand and handed the spoon to Huang Musong, chuckling, "You go ahead and eat, I'll just eat what you leave behind~".

With eyes full of expectation, Doro spoke as he put the spoon into the person's mouth.

Huang Musong knew that if he still refused, it would definitely arouse Duoluo's suspicion.

So, he gritted his teeth and sipped the spoonful of soy milk into his mouth.

Well!

An indescribable sour taste filled my mouth.

Like smelly socks that haven't been washed for half a month soaking in water...

In an instant, every taste bud cell protested, hoping that the brain would quickly give the mouth the command to "spit it out".

Huang Musong forced himself to swallow the soy milk.

"It's so delicious! Ugh!"

He almost vomited, but managed to force a smile.

Doro didn't realize that the person was putting on a spectacular acting show.

It naively thought that the soy milk was indeed delicious, and immediately picked up the porcelain bowl and gulped it down.

The first sip of soy milk slid down my throat and into my stomach.

Doraemon suddenly realized something was wrong!

This……

What's that weird smell?

He hurriedly put down the bowl, and Doraemon's face was contorted and shrunken.

Having successfully outmaneuvered the enemy, Huang Musong immediately burst out laughing, teasing Duoluo's pathetic state.

Doro gazed at the person with a meaningful look.

Hehe ~

Doraemon would never get angry because of someone's teasing!

As long as people are happy every day, that's all that matters.

In order to continue to see Huang Musong's happy smile, Duoluo took a deep breath and prepared to grit his teeth and gulp down the remaining half bowl of soy milk.

Huang Musong was mentally prepared to be complained about by Duoluo.

It turned out that Doraemon didn't complain at all; instead, it was determined to force itself to eat something it didn't like, all in an attempt to make me happy...

His smile vanished, Huang Musong paused for a moment, then snatched the porcelain bowl back.

"I'll drink it."

"Dolo, you eat the fried dough rings, those taste better."

Before Duoluo could react, Huang Musong pinched his nose with one hand and picked up the porcelain bowl with the other, gulping down his own drink.

In just a few seconds, a bowl of soy milk was down my throat, and I felt strangely uncomfortable.

Huang Musong was almost petrified after drinking the soy milk.

Doraemon still couldn't see through people's acting skills.

It assumed that its tastes were simply different from humans'. Perhaps soy milk, as a human food, is quite delicious to humans?

Ah!

Delicious will do.

Doro sat obediently in the chair, waiting for Huang Musong to finish eating.

After finishing my soy milk, I left the breakfast shop and started wandering aimlessly again.

It feels so good not having to go to work.

Huang Musong had never realized that summer in the capital was so wonderful!

Golden sunlight flowed like honey through every inch of air. A gentle breeze carried just the right amount of warmth, like a young girl's perfect embrace. Even breathing felt pleasantly refreshing. The green leaves on the treetops swayed in the light and shadow, as if the whole world had been adjusted to the most comfortable brightness and temperature.

With Doraemon by my side, it felt incredibly healing.

only……

Why does my stomach hurt a little?

Half an hour after finishing breakfast, Huang Musong felt a needle prick in his abdomen; the pain was not intense but incredibly pure.

He quickly sat down on the curb to rest. Huang Musong felt the dull pain becoming more and more obvious, which must be due to eating something bad and having an upset stomach.

Is it because of the soy milk?

Fermented foods are not suitable for everyone.

Having figured out the cause, Huang Musong breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn't let Duoluo drink all the soy milk.

Otherwise, the person with the stomachache now would be Doraemon.

As the pain intensified, Huang Musong took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter.

There was a "snap" sound.

Flames leaped up, igniting the cigarette.

He took a deep breath, and white smoke billowed from his nostrils, filling the surrounding air.

The irritation from cigarettes can relieve abdominal pain.

Huang Musong felt much better in his stomach.

However, Doraemon, standing nearby, smelled something amiss. It abruptly turned its head, staring at Huang Musong, and finally fixing its gaze on the cigarettes. Its small nostrils twitched slightly, and its round eyes, always brimming with starlight, had lost their childishness, with long eyelashes casting soft shadows on its eyelids.

Doro frowned, revealing his displeasure.

It puffed up its cheeks and approached Huang Musong.

Huang Musong was indulging in the fleeting pleasure created by nicotine.

Doro's sudden seriousness left him completely bewildered. He immediately asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Huang Musong thought that Duoluo's stomachache was also caused by drinking a sip of soy milk.

My stomachache is a minor issue.

Just bear with it.

If Doraemon gets sick, it must go to the hospital! After all, it has a weak constitution, and trying to tough it out might cause serious problems.

In reality, Doraemon wasn't sick; he was just unhappy about people smoking.

"You...I! I forbid you from smoking anymore!"

Doro mustered his courage, put his hands on his hips, and gave the order to Huang Musong.

In this scene, Doraemon no longer resembles a chibi-style pet.

It's more like a little adult.

Doro stared intently at the cigarette in Huang Musong's hand, then desperately snatched it, threw it on the ground, stomped it out, and then took it to the trash can to throw away.

Returning from the direction of the trash can, Doraemon said in a serious tone, "Smoking is bad for your health! People who love to smoke are all bad guys~."

There is no doubt that smoking is harmful to health.

The statement that all smokers are bad is inaccurate.

Doro made this judgment because it had been beaten by a drunkard who smoked, thus generalizing from a single instance.

Huang Musong did not defend the argument that "all smokers are bad people."

He had to admit that smoking was indeed bad and harmful to health.

"The smell is awful~".

"I've heard that many smokers die young."

"Man! You're not allowed to smoke anymore. I... I don't want you to die."

Doro pouted, and for some reason, hot tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't want you to die! If you die, no one will be nice to me anymore."

After saying just a few words, tears streamed down Doro's face.

Huang Musong was stunned by those few words.

In that instant, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Young man! Have you forgotten? You promised your mother that you would never get addicted to smoking, no matter what.

Young man! Do you remember? When you were young, you hated those cocky young guys smoking in the school restrooms.

Young man! Do you want to hurt Doraemon's feelings? Every cigarette you smoke makes Doraemon worry about you more.

【…】

These were all Huang Musong's own ideas.

At the same time, as many thoughts arose, two related memories of Doraemon also emerged in his mind.

[Excerpt 1: Starting today, you will quit smoking. Your health will be guaranteed, and your lifespan will be extended. Doraemon is very happy that you are quitting smoking. Doraemon feels love from you, and pure love has given Doraemon new flesh and blood.]

[Scene 2: You refused to quit smoking, and your health deteriorated, shortening your lifespan by 35%. Because you refused to quit, Doraemon cried all day. From now on, every time Doraemon discovers you smoke a cigarette, he will cry his heart out.]

Different choices lead to different futures.

Huang Musong would certainly not choose the second memory fragment!

Although quitting smoking is difficult,

But he didn't want to see Doraemon crying sadly.

In particular, it made Doraemon cry because he was sad because of his smoking.

Immediately, Huang Musong took a deep breath and stood up without hesitation, throwing the half-full box of cigarettes into the trash can.

He had no attachment to cigarettes.

He smiled, spread his hands, and expressed his sincerity to Doraemon.

"I will never smoke again."

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was exceptionally solemn as Huang Musong announced that he would quit smoking from now on.

Upon receiving the promise, Doro's serious little face immediately broke into a smile.

Its eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and the corners of its mouth turned up high, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. Its dimples, barely visible, were filled with joyful sweetness. Doro's entire little face seemed to be enchanted with happiness; every expression seemed to proclaim with delight, "Human! I'm so happy!"

Doraemon jumped and clapped with joy in celebration.

Huang Musong then felt his stomach hurt again.

no!

Now that I've decided to quit smoking, I need to go to the toilet to address the root cause of my stomachache.

Without having time to explain much to Doraemon, Huang Musong entrusted the bags to an employee at a nearby convenience store for safekeeping, bought a roll of toilet paper, and headed straight for the public restroom.

It was during those ten-odd minutes that he left,

Huang Musong missed witnessing firsthand the process of Doraemon growing new "flesh and blood".