Chapter 298: The Little Boy: "Is Your husband Asleep" Qiao Ying: "He can’t Sleep"

Chapter 298

In the small house,

The little boy was holding a bowl of noodles and eating with great relish, as if he was eating delicacies like abalone and sea cucumber. His freshly washed face was very fair and cute.

He hugged the bowl and obediently squatted by the wall, eating while watching Qin Hanyue feed Qiao Ying. His pair of eyes were black and shining.

"When did you and your wife get married?"

The little boy suddenly asked, speaking like a little adult.

Qin Hanyue first looked at Qiao Ying before answering him, "Not yet."

Little Boy: "Has your wife given birth?"

Qin Hanyue looked at Qiao Ying again, and happened to meet Qiao Ying's not very kind eyes. He didn't dare speak nonsense: "No."

The little boy had a bunch of questions: "When are you getting married and having a baby? Are you having a boy or a girl? Will the girl be as beautiful as your wife?"

Qin Hanyue couldn't answer any of these questions.

Qiao Ying: "You're just a kid, why are you so interested in getting married and having babies? Don't you have any other goals?"

The little boy got up slightly, stretching his numb little legs. In the winter, his two little black feet were bare.

Little Boy: "Yes, I want to have noodles to eat every day." Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Qiao Ying: "You mean the ones in your bowl?"

Her tone was a little disdainful.

The little boy nodded affirmatively: "Of course."

Qin Hanyue didn't expect his own tasteless noodles to get affirmed, although by a kid who had never eaten anything good. But for Qin Hanyue who had just learned to cook and failed repeatedly, it was still quite comforting.

So he asked, "Didn't I give you money? Why didn't you go buy something tasty?"

The little boy was good at hiding his motives: "I saved it for later, when I grow up a bit I'll go buy. If I buy now, others will see it and grab it away. I can't beat them. By then I still need to buy new shoes."

The ingredients and quilt he had sent over the past few days were all bought from very far away places. He would run over, carrying a black bag, afraid of being seen by others.

He had money on him but didn't dare use it.

Little Boy: "But I can sneak out now and buy a little chocolate cake to eat secretly at night."

Qiao Ying had only eaten half a bowl of noodles and stopped. Qin Hanyue ate the rest in his bowl.

Seeing this, the little boy asked, "Aren't you going to feed your wife anymore?"

Qiao Ying: "It tastes bad."

Little Boy: "It tastes really good. This is the most delicious I've ever had. It even has meat, as delicious as chocolate cake."

Qiao Ying didn't respond to the little boy, but said to Qin Hanyue's back: "He has a home but doesn't go back, the neighbors will get suspicious."

Qin Hanyue: "I'll set up a bed for him here in a bit."

Curious, the little boy asked, "What are you guys talking about?"

Qin Hanyue didn't answer him. After eating, avoiding the neighbors’ sight, he had the little boy lead the way to salvage a few planks and bring them back.

He also padded an old quilt underneath.

Hearing Qin Hanyue telling him to sleep here at night, the little boy asked, "Do you want the money you gave me back?"

Qin Hanyue: "No need."

The little boy was instantly happy again.

The house was very small. The little boy's bed was about a meter away from the foot of their bed, although not on the same horizontal line, with the three sleeping in one room, Qin Hanyue felt a little uncomfortable.

Even though the thirteen or fourteen year old boy looked only about ten due to long-term malnutrition. But a male is a male.

At this time, the little boy was still chatting endlessly with Qiao Ying.

Qiao Ying was quite willing to respond to him.

The little boy leaned over his body, lifted his head, looked at the foot of their bed, coughed as he asked Qiao Ying, "How old are you?"

Qiao Ying replied: "We're not suitable in age."

Embarrassed to admit it, the little boy equivocated: “Of course I know, you already have a husband.” Correcting himself, “No, you’re not married yet.”

Little Boy: “How old is your boyfriend then? Are your ages suitable?” He had already changed from husband to boyfriend.

Before Qiao Ying could answer, she suddenly felt the arm around her waist tighten slightly — a certain not very suitably aged but considerate and caring old man used his own body to keep her warm every day.

Originally not planning to respond to the little boy anymore as she wanted to sleep, Qiao Ying then said to the little boy: “I’m six years older than you.”

Little Boy: “What about you and your boyfriend?”

Qiao Ying: “You can ask him.”

Definitely deliberate.

Little Boy: “Is he asleep?”

Qiao Ying leisurely replied: “He can’t sleep.”

Little Boy: “Why?”

Qiao Ying: “Who knows.”

Qin Hanyue looked at her.