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"Smells great!" He licked his fingers with satisfaction and praised.
The little money-grubber sitting in front of him ignored him, busy digging out a small ledger from her overalls and seriously jotting down accounts. She hummed absentmindedly, "I love small money, small money loves me, being stingy means nothing to me..."
"Aren't you going to eat?" Qin Morui stared at the last chicken wing, a restrained look in his eyes.
The little girl seemed to not have eaten yet, better save some for her.
"You can have the fried chicken wing. I'll have egg noodles." Xingyao finished her accounting, tucked the little book back into her pocket, and generously spoke seeing his unsatisfied expression.
Hearing her words, Qin Morui was stunned.
His face was full of disbelief, "You don't like fried chicken?"
Could it be possible that someone doesn't like fried chicken? And such delicious pancakes!
Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling slurped a mouthful of noodles, her exquisite little face lifted nonchalantly, and she replied, "I do like it, but I can eat it every day, so it doesn't matter if I skip it today."
Qin Morui: "..."!!!
Eating fried chicken every day, what kind of fairy tale life is this?
By comparison, he felt utterly miserable!
Qin Morui picked up the last chicken wing, took a bite, and felt more and more saddened as he ate. They were both just four years old. Why could other kids eat whatever they wanted, while he had to run away from home just to eat some junk food?
"Your dad is really good to you." Qin Morui finished the last bite of the chicken wing, and thinking about when he'd get to eat fried chicken again—licking the oil off his fingers—he sincerely lamented.
"My dad is a devil, really strong. He doesn't love me, and I don't love him, but I can't beat him, so... I'm a pitiful soul who can't even eat fried chicken."
Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling blinked her big grape-like eyes, "I don't have a dad."
"..."
"My mommy doesn't like me eating fried chicken either, so I can only have it occasionally. But she's absentminded and often forgets when I last ate it. Plus, I have money and can secretly buy it myself." With a face full of confidence, she patted her little wallet.
Qin Morui was openly envious, "I wish I had a mommy too, but every time I look for my dad, he just laughs and says I came out of the cracks of a rock, with no mom."
Even worse, he was always followed around and never needed to spend money, so he didn't have any money...
Some people look glamorous on the outside, but in reality, are poor and can't even afford fried chicken.
"So pitiful!" Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling cried a few tears of sympathy after hearing his story.
But she still kept track of her accounts, reminding Qin Morui of how much he owed her and to remember to repay it next time after satisfying their hunger.
Qin Morui: "..."
"Can I stay at your place for a few days? I can pay rent, but... I'd have to owe it first." Qin Morui was strongly enticed by the thought of her having a mom who lets you have fried chicken, and insisted on wanting to go home with her.
"But if you're missing, your dad won't be able to find you and will worry. My mommy often tells me not to wander alone." Xingyao furrowed her small brows and earnestly lectured him like a miniature adult.
"I'm not missing. I ran away from home... Anyway, he wouldn't worry about me."
Lin Ci, who had just come out of the kitchen intending to clean the table, turned pale when she heard this. "Ruirui, did you run away from home? If your parents can't find you, they'll be very anxious. No, we need to take you back right away!"
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