Eight packs of milk powder, the first feeding.

"It's not like I wanted her to cry. If you want to settle accounts, you should hold her responsible, why involve me?"

At that moment, he suddenly remembered something, staring blankly at the spoon in his hand, then looking at the little girl, he asked, "Hey, you wouldn't even know how to drink milk from a spoon, would you?"

Once the little girl was brought home, Yu Wensong's heart was once again filled with an infinite longing for that internet café. He recalled how he could have dominated in the café, indulging in the thrill of fierce battles until dawn. Moreover, a large bowl of steaming noodle soup would automatically be placed in front of him at exactly seven o'clock. But now, he found himself sitting at home, merely staring blankly at a child who understood nothing... This truly was a world of difference...

A gust of cold wind swept through the dilapidated door of Yu Wensong, echoing in his small room. Yu Wensong shivered and immediately pulled up the bedding to burrow inside. Listening to the howling wind passing by his ears, Yu Wensong felt a tightening in his heart, and he turned on the hanging lamp again, gazing at the little girl sleeping beside him

"Alright, alright! I will feed you! Please don't cry anymore, do you understand?" After saying this, Yu Wensong carefully pulled his finger out of the little girl's mouth. Just as his finger was withdrawn, he was genuinely worried that the thunderous crying would erupt again! ... However, this time, it seemed that the little girl understood ... At least she grasped Yu Wensong's intention and did not cry again, which truly relieved him.

Yuwen Song let out a bitter smile, having lost count of how many times he had smiled bitterly today: "Ah, it's nothing. Just a bit unexpected, I believe things will return to normal soon. Brother, could you lend me some hot water?"

Yuwen Song originally did not want to argue with a burly man who was a head taller than him, and besides, he was not there to quarrel. Thinking of the little girl at home who was still waiting for him to feed her, Yuwen Song couldn't help but smile broadly and said politely, "I apologize, big brother. It was truly unexpected earlier, and I disturbed you. I just wanted to ask if you have any extra hot water here, as I currently have none at home. Could you lend me some?"

It has been eleven months, and in two weeks, he will turn one year old. At that time, we will invite the neighbors to celebrate my son's first birthday!" Ding Feng's wife was very excited as she held her son, her face displaying a look of great happiness

Well, no. My brother only called out a couple of times from outside and didn't dare to rush in. My poor little door is not destined to meet its end just yet! Haha ... ...

Yuwen Song had no choice but to temporarily set aside the bag of milk powder, lift the little girl out of the blanket, and hold her in his arms, saying: "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here, and I never said I was leaving, did I? Alright, alright, quickly close your mouth. I mean, don't you get tired of crying all day long?"

... ... I can't believe it! Have you cried enough? If you cry any more, I will really sell you off!

Rather than calling this a room, it would be more accurate to describe it as a cave made of cement bricks. The entire space lacks windows, and the only large door is so dilapidated that it barely allows the strong winds from outside to enter as a gentle breeze. Under a natural water-collecting roof where it rains heavily outside and lightly inside, there exists a living space of less than three square meters. Aside from accommodating a simple mat and some of the most basic living necessities, there is hardly even room to place one's feet. And in such a shabby place, that heartless landlord still demanded three hundred dollars from Yu Wensong! If it weren't for the fact that this damned "dog kennel" was right behind the shop, he would never have rented it, even if it meant death!

Regardless of his persuasion, the little girl remained motionless, staring at him. She paid no attention to the spoon that was almost touching her lips.

Yu Wensong drained the cup of lukewarm water in one gulp, reluctantly placing the cup back after finishing the last drop. How could just half a cup of water possibly quell the worms in his stomach? Within ten seconds, a thunderous roar pulled Yu Wensong back from his momentary satisfaction with that half cup of water

The little girl's cries continued, and Yu Wensong's attempts to console her largely ended in failure

Before he could even put his mouth into the packaging bag, a cry louder than his own belly erupted, startling him to the point where he thought he had done something wrong, nearly causing the milk powder bag in his hand to drop.

The little girl continued to stare with wide eyes, unsure whether she understood or did not understand.

You damn it! What the hell is the noise next door! It sounds like thunder! Can you just be quiet for a moment! Or are you just tired of living! The intense cries and wails finally reached the next door, where the neighbor was loudly cursing while banging on his "well-ventilated" door! This truly made Yu Wensong lament his misfortune.

The little girl did not respond, continuing to gulp down the milk that dripped into her mouth.

I said, you were still startled, weren't you? Hey, I mean, is it really worth going to someone else's house to knock on the door over something as trivial as waking up your son?

After strictly following the formula in the instruction manual, Yu Wensong finally "carefully" prepared the milk for the first time in his life. After testing the temperature, he brought the bowl of milk to the little girl. ... But at that moment, an even more significant problem arose ...

Yuwen Song angrily threw the dishes aside, resolutely deciding not to care anymore, and directly lay down to sleep. As soon as the only chandelier in the room was turned off, the entire room was immediately plunged into darkness

Yu Wensong, after rubbing his still hungry and sore belly, smiled and said: "Well, you seem quite satisfied with your meal. But here I am, with an empty stomach and not a grain of rice in sight. Normally, I could hold out until tomorrow noon to eat at the shop, but unfortunately, I have a day off tomorrow. Tell me, what should I do now?"

After feeding for more than half an hour, Yu Wensong finally managed to pour the remaining half bowl of milk into the little girl's stomach. Once she was full, the little girl closed her eyes and fell into a blissful sleep. This left Yu Wensong, who was awake and had to endure hunger while also cleaning up her dishes, infuriated! Unable to contain his anger, he exclaimed: "Damn it! People always say women are troublesome, and I never believed it! I didn't expect this law to be true! Even such a small girl can only cause trouble!"

The cries of the little girl echoed continuously in this small space, the sound striking the walls and then bouncing back, the echoes and the original sound encouraging each other, making this small room seem as if it were about to be lifted up!

Upon entering Ding Feng's home, Yu Wensong observed that his living conditions were not much better. There were two compartments, one inside and one outside; the outside housed the stove, while the inside was the bedroom of Ding Feng and his wife

"This is my son, what do you think?" Ding Feng's wife, seeing Yu Wensong staring at her son, happily brought her son in front of him

The little girl stopped crying after Yu Wensong returned from next door. She stared intently with her bright, large eyes at Yu Wensong's back, her innocent and carefree expression making it impossible for anyone to feel angry.

Yuwen Song pulled out his own shriveled bowl, which had not seen rice or grain for an unknown amount of time, and gently poured in some milk powder. However, to dissolve the milk powder, hot water was needed. At this moment, Yuwen Song could not even manage a bowl of cool boiled water, let alone hot water. With no other choice, he had to muster his courage and take the thermos to knock on his neighbor's door.

"Damn it! Why am I so hungry? I only skipped two meals today, are you really that pathetic?" Yu Wensong slapped his own belly and shouted loudly. He then turned his gaze to the little girl who had been watching him perform his solo act and said, "What are you looking at? Is it interesting to see me with an empty stomach? Besides, if it weren't for treating you, little one, I wouldn't have spent all my money. Now I have to go hungry too? Really, why did I even leave the internet café back then?"

Yuwen Song was utterly defeated ... He pleaded and begged the little girl, constantly saying kind words, just hoping she would stop crying! But it was of no use! No matter how he tried to coax her, the little girl seemed resolute in her decision to cry as much as she wanted!

Just as he was at a loss, worried that holding the little girl for too long would harm her breathing, and also concerned that releasing his grip would reopen this "music box," a very slippery sensation came from his fingertips

Watching the little girl finally able to drink her milk, Yu Wensong let out a big sigh of relief. Looking at this adorable little life before him, all the toil from earlier seemed to become very worthwhile. As long as he could see her satisfied smile, no matter how bitter or tiring it was, it would be worth it.

Yuwen Song pondered for a moment, truly unsure of how to respond. ... If he were to say something ... . ... However, he would need to explain how he came to find that little girl, and it was likely that he would have to go to great lengths to clarify whether he was her biological father. Yet, if he chose not to explain, it would seem as if he was admitting to everything.

Oh no! The water is gone... Forget it, anyway, drinking water won't fill me up; I might as well eat it directly to avoid waste!" Saying this, Yu Wensong clutched the bag of milk powder with both hands and tore it open with all his might, ready to bury his head in it and feast.

Yuwen Song glanced at her and continued, "You really are a strange girl. Is it necessary for you to be so attached to me? And to go so far as to cry and make a scene? Hehe, how do you feel now? Regretting it? I'm not a billionaire. If you were hoping to enjoy good food, drink, accommodation, and clothing by following me, then you've chosen the wrong person! So, what do you think? Make a choice before I become so poor that I have to sell you off."

Ding Feng chuckled and said, "Alright, I admit my mistake, is that not enough? Yuwen, my spouse has been in particularly good spirits lately, never straying from talking about our son... Alright, the water has boiled. Here you go."

"Ha, what a joke. How could this be possible?" Yu Wensong chuckled, dismissing the rather unusual thought in his mind, and walked over to Ding Feng, watching him boil water. Ding Feng's wife also approached, leaning against her husband's back.

Ding Feng asked Yu Wen Song to wait for a moment while he went to the stove to boil some water. At that moment, his wife came out from the inner room, holding a baby in her arms that appeared to be much larger than a little girl. Perhaps influenced by the one in his own home, Yu Wen Song unconsciously glanced at the baby a couple of times.

To feed an infant, it is essential to prepare the formula properly. It is unreasonable to expect that little one to consume it dry, just like Yu Wensong does

However, despite the scolding, Yu Wensong still had to carry the thermos to the edge of the bowl and personally prepare "dinner" for her

Yuwen Song cradled the infant in one arm while carrying the bag of milk that Bai Lili had bought in the other, returning to his residence, which he had not been to for a day, as if he were a thief.

Regardless of whether Yu Wensong guessed correctly or not, he immediately set down the bowl and spoon in his hands and quickly rummaged through the plastic bag.

Yuwen Song pulled back the bedding in one corner of the room and placed the infant girl on it. Then, he poured half a cup of already cold water from a thermos on the side, sat in front of the infant, and slowly began to sip it.

After Yu Wensong lavishly expressed his feelings by applying milk powder to his face, he immediately prepared to take action! He picked up the large bowl he usually uses for meals from the side cutting board, and then he grabbed the thermos he had just used.

Hello, little one. This is my home, it may not look like much

The little girl certainly could not answer him, but from her demeanor at that moment, Yu Wensong felt that perhaps he had guessed correctly to some extent. He turned to look at the not-so-large package of milk powder beside him, and then glanced at the little girl in his arms who was sucking on his finger, and immediately made a rather "heroic" decision.

The little girl opened her eyes wide, her gaze, soft like two black pearls, fixed on Yu Wensong, while she continuously emitted sounds of "he, he".

Baby bottle ... ... baby bottle ... ... Is there a baby bottle? ... ... Damn! Why is there everything messy here, but no baby bottle? Bai Lili, Bai Lili, do you really have no life experience at all?

"Yuwen, I just heard what sounded like a child's cry coming from your home. Do you have children now?" Ding Feng's wife asked, her question striking directly at the heart of the matter.

"Yuwen, my unsophisticated and boorish family member just knocked on your door. Did he scare you?" After a few minutes, Ding Feng's wife opened her mouth again.

Without a bottle, there was naturally no way to feed the little girl. Yu Wensong was so anxious that he felt as if his hair might catch fire. However, as people often say, urgency can spark ingenuity, and this was something he fully utilized. He caught sight of a pair of chopsticks in the cupboard and exclaimed excitedly, "Got it!"

Yuwen Song looked at this mother and suddenly had an idea in his heart. He wondered if one day he would hold that little girl and tell everyone that she was his daughter

Yuwen Song had anticipated that it would be impossible for such a small child to drink from the bowl all by herself, so he had already taken out a spoon and scooped some to bring to the little girl's lips. Yet even so, the little girl merely stared wide-eyed at Yuwen Song, showing no intention of lowering her head to drink

Yuwen Song opened the plastic bag that Bai Lili had given him, taking out a pack of milk powder and some items of unknown origin. It appeared to be a small bowl, a bib, and a pack of napkins. Yuwen Song, who was already so hungry that his vision was blurring, immediately felt his eyes turn greener than the fluorescent lights at night upon seeing the small pack of milk powder. At that moment, he sincerely thanked himself for not having declined this package back then.

When the little girl came out of the hospital, she lay in the swaddling blanket she had worn when she first met Yu Wensong. At this moment, in the cold wind, her figure appeared so small and so lonely. If there were another baby of her size, that baby would be lying in its mother's arms, enjoying the warmth of a room.

Just as he was racking his brain to figure out the best and simplest way to respond, that exasperating wailing sound came again from his room! Yu Wensong glanced apologetically at Ding Feng and his wife, only to find them looking at him with a half-smile, realizing he had been misunderstood once more. He hurriedly greeted them and fled back to his own den like the wind

How could a baby who is not yet a month old possibly understand the words of others? Yu Wensong was merely engaging in idle chatter, just to alleviate his own boredom. Usually, apart from going to the internet café, he had nothing to do after returning to this dismal place, and would just collapse into sleep. Now, suddenly having someone to talk to felt quite refreshing to him, even if that listener was just an infant

"My great-aunt! Please, just take a sip! Now that I am your son, isn't that better? Hurry and drink a little!" Seeing that the little girl's breath was becoming even weaker than before, and she was nearly out of strength to open her eyes, Yu Wensong felt an urgent anxiety in his heart

Seeing Yu Wensong's amiable expression, the anger on the big man's face had mostly dissipated. He said, "What’s the matter, do you need hot water? I must ask, what’s going on at home with you? I’ve never seen you cause such a commotion before. What’s happened today? Why is there a child's crying?"

Hello, aren't you hungry? The temperature isn't hot, so why aren't you drinking? If you don't drink soon, I might just drink it myself. My stomach is so hungry right now that I could swallow a whole cow!

Indeed, he is a very adorable child. How old is he?" Yu Wensong held the little boy's outstretched hand and said with a smile.

Yu Wensong focused his gaze and saw that the little girl was sucking her index finger, the earlier expression of crying and fussing had naturally disappeared. Yu Wensong's thoughts stirred, and he said to her: "Hey, little girl. Are you hungry?"

Complaining is one thing, but Yu Wensong knew that he was ultimately in the wrong, so he did not dare to voice it loudly. However, the little girl did not understand his awkward feelings and continued to cry and fuss. In a moment of desperation, Yu Wensong hurriedly reached out and covered the little girl's mouth with his hand, silencing her cries.

Seeing that the little girl still refused to eat or drink, and sensing that her breath seemed to grow weaker, Yu Wensong began to feel anxious. He continuously brought the spoon to the girl's lips, almost begging her to take a sip. Eventually, he had even invoked the names of his ancestors, but the little girl showed no regard for the honor of his lineage, stubbornly refusing to consume the spoonful of milk.

The spoon tilted gently, and the milk flowed down the chopsticks, dripping slowly into the little girl's mouth. At this moment, the little girl greedily opened her small mouth, straining to swallow the milk that dripped into her mouth. It was evident that she was extremely hungry

Unfortunately, Yu Wensong does not have such a good living environment, and his beddings consist merely of a thin layer of cotton quilt. In this summer, it is not a difficult task for this big man to endure, but what about this little girl? Can she endure it as well?

"Hello, what happened?" Yu Wensong held a can of milk powder in one hand and the corner of a milk powder bag in the other. As soon as the little girl's crying stopped, he would pour it down his throat.

As the sound of knocking faded, a burly man, towering a full head above Yu Wensong, appeared before him. Looking down from his height, he cast a sidelong glance at him and said, "What do you want, kid? Are you still not satisfied with the noise?"

At the same time that he angrily blamed Bai Lili, he had completely forgotten that he was also a person lacking life experience

The neighbor named Ding Feng replied with a "Hmm": "Sure, come in. I'll get you a thermos."

What he had not expected was that this time, the little girl's cries, which could originally be soothed simply by his presence, were now incessant and unending

Yuwen Song thanked with a full thermos of hot water.

Ah... Miss Bai Lili, the lovely nurse! I am proud that there is someone like you in the world!

Listening to the sound of footsteps gradually fading away in front of the door, Yu Wensong let out a deep sigh. He looked down at the little girl in his arms, truly unsure whether she would start crying again once he released his grip.

Looking at the little girl lying in the quilt, crying and making a fuss, Yu Wensong made up his mind not to pay her any attention and continued to want to enjoy this "sumptuous" dinner. However, as the girl's cries grew louder, he found himself losing all desire to continue eating. In utter helplessness, Yu Wensong awkwardly sat down beside the little girl, carrying his bag of "dinner".

Yuwen Song sighed, extending his arms to embrace the little girl... This night was warm for both the little girl and the wind that blew into the room...

The little girl is unable to drink the milk

"Why not just sell you for some money..." Yu Wensong complained, carefully pulling the blanket over the little girl.

Alright! Girl, I went so far as to humble myself and beg for food for you, risking being misunderstood by others and lowering my voice! And here you are, throwing a tantrum and crying loudly when you’re hungry, even calling me back as if it were a matter of life and death? Are you trying to summon my soul? From now on, if you’re hungry, you can take care of it yourself! If you keep crying and shouting like this, then you can try washing your own clothes and cooking for yourself!