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The middle-aged couple in the small eatery were Ji Weitian's foster parents, Shen Yixian and Lin Ci.
A moment ago, their attention was focused on their granddaughter. Now, as they gathered their thoughts, they noticed a little boy about her age following her.
His little suit exuded a sense of wealth, a style they had never seen before.
His delicate and adorable face was like... like a little model you only saw on TV, only cuter!
Shen Yixian, who was standing to the side, stepped forward and cheerfully greeted, "Hello, little brother and sister. Thank you for bringing Yaoyao back. It's hot outside, come on in."
Seeing his granddaughter, he smiled so widely that his eyes turned into slits. Although his skin was a bit dark, his kind smile made him look approachable.
He took Qin Morui's hand and led him into the small eatery, lifting him onto a chair.
He grabbed a bottle of milk and placed it in front of him.
"Are you thirsty, little one? Have a bottle of milk first."
"Thank you, Grandpa." Qin Morui took the milk, unscrewed the cap, but didn't drink it immediately. Instead, he first handed it to Ji Xingyao, "Let little sister drink first."
Seeing this, Shen Yixian's eyes softened, and he took another bottle for him, opening it for him.
He fondly patted the boy's small head and sighed, "So young and already knows to take care of his sister. What a good boy."
"My name is Qin Morui, Grandpa can call me Xiao Ruirui." The little guy said while drinking his milk, trying to get close, but his eyes weren't on Shen Yixian; instead, he was peeking at the kitchen in the eatery.
The Shen's small eatery specialized in spicy hot pot, stinky tofu, and savory pancakes... all things he hadn't eaten before. Just seeing the pictures made them look delicious!
On a table not far from them was a plate of freshly fried tofu, the aroma wafting over to them.
Qin Morui couldn't help swallowing.
He thought about having no money, feeling embarrassed to say he wanted to eat.
As he was wrestling with whether to ask the little sister for credit, his stomach grumbled.
"Grrr—grrr—" It growled twice in a row, each louder than the last.
The little guy immediately covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, feeling too shy to be seen.
"Xiao Ruirui, are you hungry?" Shen Yixian, sitting beside him, paused and then smiled, calling out to his wife, "Old lady, stop busying yourself. Cook something for the two kids first, don't let them go hungry."
The moment Qin Morui heard about food, his little head shot up, then his face turned red again, stammering, "I-I don't have any money."
He not only had no money, but he also owed the little sister a pair of shoes. He had even pawned a family heirloom, the Jade Pendant.
He didn't have anything valuable on him now.
"No need to pay. You brought Yaoyao back, so Grandpa will treat you to some food as a thank you." Just as Shen Yixian finished speaking and was about to head to the kitchen to help, a small hand tugged at his sleeve.
Qin Morui looked up, his dark eyes unblinking as he asked, "Really no need to pay?"
"Really not, you and Yaoyao drink up the milk first. Grandpa will go make you some food."
"Grandpa, I want to eat this." Qin Morui pointed to the photo of stinky tofu on the wall.
"And this one." It was a picture of the spicy hot pot.
"This yellow one, too, please." It was a photo of a savory pancake.
"To be honest, it's a bit embarrassing... Grandpa, I actually also want to eat some fried chicken." Qin Morui lifted his head to look at the fried chicken shop across the street from the Shen Family's eatery, where a big yellow dog was lying. He swallowed hard.
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