Chapter 7
"Boss, is our food ready?" Ruhua helped him walk down the stairs slowly,
"Okay, okay, little girl, this way please," the shopkeeper said while leading them to the place reserved for them,
"Come on, be careful, alas, boss, can you bring me a cushion, the chair here is too hard for him to sit on" Ruhua turned his head and looked at the shopkeeper,

'Can'

"Go quickly, get a cushion for this gentleman." The shopkeeper turned his head and looked at the unmoved Xiaoer and said
"Oh, oh, let's go" Xiaoer who reacted immediately ran away,
Alas, this kid is so not clever, but he is still down-to-earth in doing things,
Not long after, the cushions were brought over, Ruhua saw these things in her eyes, she seemed to be efficient in her work, and she was not full of contempt for the boy next to her like everyone else, she was really honest,

Helping him to sit down, Ruhua served him a bowl of soup, seeing him rushing it to his mouth without blowing it, regardless of whether it was hot or not, Ruhua hurriedly grabbed his hand , met him with his confused and aggrieved eyes, as if he had done something bad, alas,
"Use a spoon to scoop it up and blow it cold before putting it in your mouth, you know, otherwise, your mouth will be hurt?" Ruhua explained to him carefully, but seeing his puzzled eyes, her heart ached a little.
What kind of parents, how can they have the heart to treat their children like this, the tiger poison is still not eating children, living like this...life is worse than death

"Come on, I'll show you a demonstration, like this, scoop it up, blow it up, and eat it again" Ruhua watched his hands tremble badly when he did this action, thinking of himself,

I have been here for so many years, although I have been abandoned by my own parents, but I have not suffered much. The master is very kind to me and has taught me a lot, but I am a little out of tune.

And I never thought of looking for my parents in the past. Some people are destined to have no fate, and they can't force it.
"Forget it, take your time, I will teach you later, I will feed you first today" Ruhua scooped up a mouthful of soup, blew it cold and brought it to his mouth,
"Come on, ah", staring at him with a smile on his face, I have never done this kind of thing before, a little awkward, seeing him staring at me, not intending to open his mouth, continue to put soup on his mouth,

He continued to stare at himself, staring at him without showing weakness, to see who would bow his head first,
"Soup, I'm afraid of soup" Suddenly, a rather... special voice came from his mouth,

"Soup, what kind of soup?" Ruhua was very happy, he was finally willing to speak, although his voice was very hoarse, as if he was injured by some sharp object, um, I will show him later,

He continued talking about soup, he was afraid of soup, vaguely, something flashed in his head,

"Pain, are you afraid of pain?" After Ruhua finished speaking, her voice was a little hoarse, her throat hurt, unless there was a wound, how could it be so?

Ruhua gritted her teeth fiercely,
"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, I'll show you later" Ruhua coaxed gently, he looked at the painting for a while, and finally stretched his neck towards the painting's spoon, his body was slightly stiff, as if he was not used to it ,

Ruhua watched him swallow the soup, and he was quite happy in his heart. After all, he was considered the No. 1 person who treated him so hard. Seeing him take a sip and he took a sip, he looked very cute.
And the shopkeeper next to him was very relieved to see the warm appearance of one big and one small in front of him. It was almost impossible to find someone who treated him well.

Alas, adults' affairs are related to children's affairs, but there are some people who can't see clearly, shook their heads, forget it, ordinary people like me can comment on royal affairs, children's fathers are like this, let alone others said.

(End of this chapter)

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