When the pig thief sneaked up again, Lu Jing was so frightened that he almost fell.
Thankfully, the man quickly wrapped his arms around him.
"You're grown up, why are you still so jumpy? What if you had fallen?"
Hisss!
Whose fault is that?
Lu Jing rolled his eyes, then broke free:
"Don't you make any noise when you walk?"
The man shrugged:
"My Doctor Lu, it's because you were too focused. Come and eat."
The firefighters' meal wasn't bad at all, he had brought these back:
There were noodles, and porridge, and eggs, fried rice, and milk.
Lu Jing took one look and was startled:
"Is your brain a pig brain? Why grab so much? Can you finish it?"
Ahem.
Captain Jiang, who was called a pig brain, coughed a few times:
"Don't worry, I can finish it all, I didn't take much."
Lu Jing curled the corner of his mouth, didn't say anything since he said he could finish it.
Eventually, he poured half a cup of milk, scooped half a bowl of porridge, one egg:
"I'll just eat these."
