Chapter 573

I just hope that little Noah will not have a psychological shadow because of the terrible appearance of the woman being interrogated

"I understand!" The little boy Noah nodded and said seriously, "if you are really bad guys, my fate will be the same as that woman, but you didn't treat me like that, so you are good people!"

He said that, remembering his original experiences, he added in a low voice: "those who bullied me have never treated me as a child!"

Hearing his whisper, the seventh day of the summer could not help frowning and asked, "are you often bullied?"

"I've been scolded and beaten. Sometimes the money I beg for will be taken away by those people, and the alms and meals I get will be taken away by the tramps who are bigger than me, but I'm too small to beat them..."

Although Noah spoke of the past in a low voice, he clenched his fist tightly, because he was not willing to do it all his life!

As long as he can live, he will grow up one day and fight back those who once bullied him!

"That's too much!" At the beginning of summer seven, he shook his head and listened to his description. He could not help feeling indignant. He was just a child who bullied him like this. Does he have any conscience?

When she said this, she looked at Noah's thin arms and legs in front of her eyes and said in a deep voice, "you are malnourished now, so you are not strong enough. When you are strong enough, beat back those who bullied you one by one!"

At this time, a smell of paste came into my nose. On the seventh day of the summer, I remembered that there were still steak and sausage fried in the pan. I patted my head and exclaimed, "Oh, no, I forgot. It's time to paste!"

On the seventh day of the summer, he turned around in a hurry. Sure enough, he saw that one side of the steak was burnt. He had to turn off the stove in a hurry, and he was about to pour out the burnt steak and sausage in the pan. But the little boy Noah stopped him.

"What's the matter?" On the seventh day of the summer, seeing him looking at the burnt steak and sausage, he immediately understood what he meant. He said with a smile, "I'm hungry. Don't eat the burnt things. I'll get them for you again."

"It's just a little bit burnt. It doesn't matter! "Don't waste food." the little boy Noah shook his head, looked obstinately at the steak and sausage she had taken aside to throw away, and said, "these are better than the rotten food in the garbage at least!"

"..." on the seventh day of the summer, when he heard this, he felt a complex feeling in his heart. How many rotten rice and vegetables did the child eat before he could have such a sigh!

"But it's bad for your health to eat the paste. I'll get it for you again. Don't wait too long!" The seventh day of the summer patted his little head and tried to persuade him, but he seemed to have planned to grab it with his hands.

Seeing him like this on the seventh day of the summer, he even suspected that if she threw the pasted food into the garbage can, he would turn it out from the garbage can and eat it!

She sighed helplessly. She could only pick up the steak knife and cut off the burnt part of the steak and sausage. Then she put it on the plate and gave it to the little boy Noah. Then she handed him a knife and fork and gently advised, "eat it!"

As soon as the little boy Noah's eyes brightened, he almost ate excitedly. Looking at him eating so well, he had some bad taste in his heart on the seventh day of the summer. In his mind, he could not help but come up with the poem "Zhu men's wine and meat stink, the road is frozen to death."!

Since childhood, she has never worried about food and clothing. She often plays truant or runs away from home in order to fight against her father. But how did she ever think that there are children younger than her, no family, no parents, and even no food?

On the seventh day of the summer, I was ashamed to think about it. Seeing the small amount of steak and sausage, I knew that it was not enough. So I turned on the stove and began to cook egg noodles.

When the little boy Noah finished eating the steak and sausage, smelling the smell of egg noodles, he couldn't help shrugging his nose and whispered, "it's delicious!"

But thinking that he had eaten a lot of food, he was too embarrassed to ask for it. He could only touch his stomach and look subconsciously towards the milk.

Maybe a little more milk will make you full!

Without waiting for his hand to reach for the milk carefully, the seventh day of summer had already cooked a pot of noodles. First, he added a bowl to the little boy Noah, put it on the bar, then handed him a pair of chopsticks, and said with a smile, "I'm sure I didn't have enough just now. Eat while it's hot!"

The little boy Noah was stunned. He took the chopsticks and looked at the seventh day of the summer without any action.

He thought that the noodles were not cooked for himself, but she still added a bowl of noodles to him

Seeing his stupefied appearance, Xia Qiqi thought he couldn't use chopsticks, so he added a bowl to himself. He rolled up noodles with chopsticks in front of him and demonstrated: "chopsticks should be used like this, you try!"

The little boy Noah was still a little stunned. On the seventh day of the summer, he simply held his little hand and taught him to use chopsticks. Seeing that he finally got involved in the noodles and put them into his mouth, he said with a smile: "in fact, chopsticks are not difficult to use. If you use them more, you will get used to them. Now many foreigners use them very flexibly in order to eat our delicious food."

Xu's warm noodles warmed his heart. Xu's strange chopsticks made him understand it for the first time. The little boy Noah didn't say anything, but just gave a low reply, and began to grab the bowl and eat noodles.

On the seventh day of the summer, I was worried that my cooking skills would not be practiced for a long time, and I was a little unfamiliar. The noodles didn't taste very good, but I was relieved to see Noah eating so well.

"You eat slowly here first, if it's not enough, there's more in the pot!" On the seventh day of the summer, he touched his hair and added a bowl of noodles to Feng Xun, ready to take them upstairs.

The little boy Noah nodded and looked at the figure she left with noodles. Tears finally fell down again.

But this time, he didn't sob. He just wiped the tears with the back of his hand, continued to pick up chopsticks, ate noodles awkwardly, and took a mouthful of noodle soup from the soup bowl.

His stomach is warm, and his heart is warm. How long has he not eaten such hot food, and he can't remember it

Recalling the way she held her hand and taught herself to use chopsticks, Noah couldn't help closing her eyes when she remembered her gentle smile.

Such warmth, once, is as beautiful as a dream, beautiful let him do not want to sober, more do not want to leave

She said that she was not the Virgin Mary, but in his heart, she was as kind and selfless as the Virgin Mary that nuns always murmured!

Noah thought about what he had experienced in this period of time, and suddenly opened his eyes. There was a firm light in his eyes. He should have known... What he was going to do next!