Chapter 8 The First Dinner After Birth
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He picked up the little girl again, gently moving the cup in his hand to her lips, and said: "Here, drink this, it should be goat's milk, right? You have my strength within you, so you will absorb the nutrients quickly."
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A young boy, a baby girl, and a duck.
Looking down at her from such a height
The young boy continued to examine the little infant. After a moment, he suddenly felt a surge of inspiration and reached out with both hands to gently pry open the infant's tiny lips.
The young boy continued to lean against the crumbling wall, persistently using his fingers to dab at the goat's milk, feeding the little infant.
Are you hungry? Hmm... Then why don't you eat the steamed white bun
This situation lasted for nearly an hour, during which the boy, drenched in sweat, thoroughly touched the entire body of the poor little girl. However, the forces that had entered her body seemed to have taken root, showing no intention of coming out at all.
After a long time, he suddenly broke down, hurriedly retreating while holding the baby girl! At the same time, he began to look at the duck squatting in front of him with a pair of very panicked eyes
You don't have any teeth
The young man had a serious expression on his face
He has been feeding for a long time with just half a cup of goat's milk
In the black pupils, the fragile and helpless little face of the infant is reflected... Looking at this face, which to him resembles that of a "monkey"...
Suddenly looking up, he saw the townspeople walking back and forth among the ruins, constantly searching for valuable items beneath the bricks and tiles, as well as the officials from the government office who hurriedly arrived to maintain order at the scene
That is indeed a very serious expression
Perhaps sensing some liquid, the infant girl's lips began to gradually part. The young boy, seeing her open her mouth, did not dare to pour too much. After a moment's thought, he simply dipped his finger in the goat's milk and then brought it to her little mouth.
After carefully examining for a long time, he finally nodded, extended his palm, and quietly reached into the swaddling of the little infant, touching her chest
He kept touching and kneading the little girl's small chest. Meanwhile, the infant being touched still tilted her head, curled up her body, appearing completely helpless and at your mercy.
The duck stood up unsteadily. It stretched its two wings slightly and waddled two steps towards the boy again.
Voices were heard nearby. The young man turned his head and saw a duck squatting beside him, its pair of eyes filled with "wisdom" gazing intently at him
After much effort, the young boy finally pulled his finger out of the little girl's mouth. He lowered his head and carefully examined her toothless little mouth. After a moment of thought, he dipped his finger in some goat's milk again, held it above the little girl's mouth, and cautiously fed it to her
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The milky-white liquid in the cup slowly touched the lips of the little girl.
Ah! Can ducks talk?
The duck stretched its neck, slightly arranged the feathers on its back, and turned back to say: "Quack, demon beast? Are you referring to those low-level monsters? Let me tell you, I am not such a low-level existence."
After much back and forth, the young man finally wore a look of disappointment on his face. He redressed the infant girl in her clothes (swaddling) and leaned against the wall while holding her, lost in thought.
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After he took his first step and left, a duck that had been hiding in the shadows also emerged with a quack, shook its feathers, and wobbled along behind the boy.
After touching for a while, he began to gently knead, then closed his eyes, as if he were sensing something
After approximately a quarter of an hour of continuous examination, the boy's serious expression remained unchanged... It was so serious. He furrowed his brows, simply withdrew his hand, turned the little infant over, and began to continue feeling her back, while muttering to himself.
The young boy initially seemed genuinely frightened. However, once he realized that the other party was merely a duck, he chuckled foolishly, scratched the back of his head, and said: "Um... are you a demon beast? Well, I know a bit about demon beasts, and it seems that some of them can indeed speak human language"
You are indeed a very interesting person
However, today, he is the only beggar here
The young boy responded with a sound, then continued to furrow his brow, holding the infant girl while lost in thought
What are you doing? Is it really that surprising for a duck to talk? It's hard to believe you can hold your own against others for ten days and nights, yet you lack such common sense
The sky has completely darkened
Oh
Letting out a breath, the young man finally took a moment to rest.
The little girl in my arms is now considered to be well-fed; she no longer drinks that goat's milk. Her small head tilts to the side as she begins to fall into a deep sleep
Oh strength, oh strength... please come forth quickly... please return quickly...
Gradually, some townsfolk began to gather around to see what was happening. They saw a boy who looked like a beggar, holding a small infant wrapped in a dirty swaddling cloth.
The boy's face showed even more confusion. He lowered his head to look at the infant girl in his arms, and seeing that she was still sound asleep, he began to hold her a little tighter.
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The young boy leaned against a secluded corner of the town, much like the beggars who were once seen everywhere in the past
The young man looked at her
They have all gone to the ruins of the Qian residence in search of an opportunity to become the master.
While she was asleep, the young man picked her up entirely and looked at her small face with great seriousness
The young boy slightly furrowed his brow. After pondering for a moment, he finally crawled back into the ruins of the kitchen behind him. After spending quite some time, he emerged once again, holding a small cup. Carefully, it seemed to contain some liquid.
The little girl seemed to sense that touch of moisture, and suddenly, her small mouth opened wide, forcefully enveloping the boy's finger. In that instant, the boy directly felt that sensation coming from the tip of his finger... How should I put it? It was a kind of... very weak, yet accompanied by an intense feeling of desperate sucking.
A procession like this slowly walks under the setting sun, their shadows stretching long until they merge with the surrounding darkness
A constable approached, wielding a baton to urge him on. The young man responded with a dazed "oh," and directly picked up the infant girl in his arms, walking towards the outside.
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Go away! Do not obstruct here.
Other beggars
The sun is setting in the west
Beneath the vast estate of the Qian family, how much gold and silver treasure lies buried under the rubble
Hooーーーーー
Some people wanted to inquire, but in the end, those who wished to ask still went to seek the gold and silver jewelry buried beneath the rubble.