Nine packs of milk powder, a chaotic morning

The little girl, held in Ding Feng's arms, appeared even more agitated; not only did her cries grow louder, but her small arms and legs also began to kick about restlessly. It seemed as though she was desperately trying to break free from Ding Feng's embrace, leaving the burly man in a rather awkward predicament

My poor child, do you wish to die? If so, as your Heavenly Father, I consent to your death. However, there is still an 'angel' who needs you to take responsibility. When that day comes and this 'angel' can be completely independent, you will no longer hold any value. At that time, I will not hesitate to wish you a swift return to heaven! Hahaha ...

Yuwen Song looked at the little girl, and his heart stirred. He extended his hands in front of Ding Feng and said, "Brother Ding, how about... let me hold her?"

Sending her to an orphanage? This was a method that Yu Wensong had also considered. Ever since he had just picked up the little girl in the rain, Yu Wensong had roughly guessed that she would be sent to an orphanage. Compared to himself, a poor failure who had almost nothing, the little girl would likely be able to grow up healthily in the orphanage

However, his chopsticks were knocked away by a pair of chopsticks that crossed over from the side before they could reach the dish. Yu Wensong looked at Ding Feng in surprise, only to see him with a slight frown on his face, seriously saying: "What kind of talk is this?! As a father, it is already unacceptable not to take good care of his child and let her fall ill. Is it really so outrageous to spend a little money for his daughter?"

Although this was merely a hallucination of Yu Wensong, it still made him extremely angry after listening to it. He immediately got up and shouted at the ceiling, which was illuminated by countless rays of sunlight: "Damn it! You old sky! Do you think I am the caretaker's nanny? If you want me to support you, at least shower me with some money! Then this girl will certainly enjoy the good life!"

Sister Ding is indeed concerned about her son. She handed the little girl in her arms to her husband, then took her son, soothing him while saying, "How strange! I just fed him, it shouldn't be possible for him to be hungry so soon! The formula I gave was almost 1.5 times the usual amount!"

Although Yu Wensong wanted to express his "anger" towards Ding Sao's rapid-fire questioning, he...

I asked, have you ever considered sending this child to an orphanage? Why did you start to space out right after I asked?

Yu Wensong was taken aback, and only then did he remember that he had not yet explained to the two of them. He hurriedly recounted how he had discovered the little girl in the heavy rain and how he had sent her to the hospital. This left Ding Feng and his wife secretly amazed.

Yu Wensong was resolute; he would never allow this child to enter an orphanage! Having understood the essence of loneliness since childhood, he was more capable than most of grasping the meaning of this term! He could not bear to watch this little girl, who once lay peacefully asleep in his arms, experience the pain he had endured! He absolutely would not!

A cry that was almost piercingly tragic echoed from a narrow alley, and unfortunately, this alley was precisely where Yu Wensong's doghouse was located. What was even less surprising was that, apart from Yu Wensong, one could hardly find anyone else who spoke with such a noticeably weak voice, punctuated by the catchphrase "I can't believe it".

Sister Ding smiled as she looked at the little girl in her arms who was sound asleep, saying: "Xiao Yuwen, how did you suddenly become so down and out? Although I used to see you when you weren't very well off, you never looked like you were about to faint from hunger like you do today"

Oh no! My quilt! My mattress! My pillow! And, my clothes! You girl, do you not think you have caused me enough trouble already?

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Yuwen Song was angrily scolding the little girl while thinking about how his only blanket had now turned into a vast "ocean of marshland," which truly infuriated him! However, in the face of Yuwen Song's fury, the little girl appeared to be quite excited. At that moment, she was being held high by Yuwen Song; perhaps it was the first time she had reached such a height, as she began to sing a different tune and giggled while Yuwen Song was cursing.

Ding Feng laughed heartily, not only showing no anger, but seemingly having heard something quite amusing. He said, "Hahaha... Yuwen, you say I meddle? Then how do you explain this in your hand? But to be fair, I do admire your courage a bit! When I was your age, I probably didn't have as much boldness as you do. In our rural area, being pregnant before marriage is certainly looked down upon!"

Oh my, this is truly amazing! Has our son ever had the experience of being held in someone's arms and immediately stopping his cries?" Ding Feng's face revealed a look of wonder as if he had discovered a new world, and he turned to ask Ding Sao.

After feeding the little girl, Sister Ding finally remembered why Yu Wensong had not said a word or made a single move for such a long time! By the time she put down the little girl, who was once again resolutely implementing the policy of "sleep well and eat well," and turned back to look at Yu Wensong, he was already on the verge of fainting from hunger

Yu Wensong's face flushed, and he hurriedly explained, "Well... what can be done? I can't just throw this girl out onto the street, can I? She's not large trash that can be discarded anywhere. Besides, even if she were large trash, it wouldn't be right to just throw her on the road; wouldn't that still get someone fined?"

Faced with the questions from Ding Feng and Ding Sao, Yu Wen Song had no time to respond. His mouth was stuffed with food at that moment, looking no different from a starving ghost reincarnated. As Ding Sao finally noticed the fainted Yu Wen Song, she went back to call Ding Feng over to carry him to their home. It just happened to be lunchtime, so they naturally took the opportunity to give him a meal.

Watching the little girl lying on the bed, comfortably enjoying his assistance in wiping her body, Yu Wensong couldn't help but want to scare her again. However, this time it only had the opposite effect; the little girl reached out her two tender hands to grasp Yu Wensong's sleeve, laughing even more joyfully.

Yuwen Song lay on the floor of the room, watching the little girl sleeping soundly beside him, and gradually began to hear a hallucination

As soon as the door opened, Yu Wensong rushed out of the doghouse holding the little girl, and then lifted her high into the air! Such a striking action naturally drew the most enthusiastic attention from everyone in the alley! When people saw Yu Wensong holding a baby aloft, their gazes instantly fell upon his chest area. There... was a large puddle of water. Coupled with Yu Wensong's furious shout and the little girl's wet swaddling, it was clear to anyone what had happened

Sister Ding was also startled by the sudden crying of the little girl. She hurriedly patted the girl's back and softly comforted her, but this time she was unable to "subdue" the child, and the cries only grew louder! What was even more troubling for the family was just beginning! Some say yawning is contagious, but has anyone ever mentioned that crying can be contagious too? Inspired by the little girl, Ding Feng's son also joined in without hesitation, singing a duet! A unique "symphonic concert" unfolded grandly in Ding Feng's house.

Yuwen Song truly cried! Two streams of tears slowly flowed down his cheeks. He looked at the little girl in his arms with a pair of compassionate eyes and, in a voice that had become increasingly hoarse from sobbing, slowly said: "Little girl... this... this is already the third time... why? Can you tell me why? Why? When you are in someone else's arms, you never do such things... this is already the third time... why? Can you tell me why? Why? When you are in someone else's arms, you never do such things... yet you insist on doing such outrageous things when I am holding you... my clothes... my shirt... and... do you really think of my chest as a toilet?"

Sister Ding spoke to herself, seemingly indifferent to whether Yu Wensong responded to her words. She skillfully prepared lunch for the little girl, as if the child were her own daughter.

Yuwen Song was so hungry that his vision was blurred, and he could hardly tell where the door was. Fortunately, he believed that there was nothing valuable in his home to be stolen, so the rickety door had no lock. Sister Ding pushed it open and entered.

Oh, my blanket... Although I haven't washed it in a long time, you wouldn't really want me to scrub you down right now, would you? Little girl, what do you think we should do?

"Raising? Hehe... Yuwen, you really have a way with words. Just a moment ago, who was it that looked like they were about to sell the child? Now you want to raise it yourself?" Ding Feng laughed heartily, leaving his son puzzled about what was happening, as he just kept staring at the baby in his mother's arms.

So, does that mean you have only eaten one meal in the past two days

"Ah, what a lovely child!" After expressing this exclamation, Sister Ding ignored the owner of the room—Yu Wensong, who was already on the verge of collapse from hunger—and walked straight to the little girl who was crying and making a fuss, picking her up in one swift motion. In contrast, Sister Ding's own child squatted beside Yu Wensong, repeatedly patting his back with his small palm.

"Orphanage ... ... is it? No, I think ... ... let's just forget it." Yu Wensong declined. He himself did not know why he refused, but he told a small lie that he was unsure even counted as a lie, "Anyway, when we find her parents, we will return this little girl. If I have to go through the procedures at the orphanage then, wouldn't that be extremely troublesome?"

Yuwen Song let out a quiet sigh. Although he felt somewhat excited that he could instantly soothe the emotions of this girl, it seemed that this had brought back the misunderstanding that he had just managed to clarify. Looking at the quiet, sleeping little girl in his arms, Yuwen Song felt as if he were about to cry.

So, what do you plan to do next?" Ding Feng said as he picked up his son and placed him on his lap

Xiao Yuwen, you are truly remarkable. Becoming a father at such a young age! Children are indeed adorable... Hehe, so it turns out she is a girl! Have you named her? How old is she? Your daughter really resembles you! Look at those rosy cheeks, how cute! She will definitely grow up to be a very beautiful girl

Ah... Ah? Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking about some things. By the way, Brother Ding, what did you just say?" Yu Wensong came back to his senses and shifted his gaze from the little girl back to Ding Feng.

Heaven paid no heed to the raving of this starving fellow, continuing to bestow its blessings. Before departing, it did not forget to leave a "small" gift for Yu Wensong; under its "grace," the little girl was awakened by Yu Wensong's loud voice and began to cry and make a fuss once more

Ding Feng looked at him with confusion, while soothing the little princess in his arms, who was almost in a state of "rage," and said: "You are coming? Don't say foolish things! How could someone as inexperienced as you handle a child who is crying so hard? You have hardly any experience in taking care of children! Just watch closely, haha, after all, I am a father, and I can manage this little crying and fussing! Hahaha..."

Yuwen Song prepared half a bowl of milk and continued to drip it into the little girl's mouth using chopsticks

However, every time he recalls Director Sun's words, his heart is subtly gripped by pain. The term "orphan" can only be a synonym for misfortune when applied to any child. Even if they receive excellent care from the government and may grow up to become very famous individuals, the identity of being an orphan will forever haunt them. They have no parents, no siblings, no relatives. From childhood to adulthood, it seems that the only person they have is themselves. Even if they receive excellent care from the government and may grow up to become very famous individuals, the identity of being an orphan will forever haunt them. They have no parents, no siblings, no relatives. From childhood to adulthood, it seems that the only person they have is themselves. Who can truly imagine this loneliness and desolation?

After using almost half a pack of wet wipes, Yu Wensong finally managed to clean the little girl's body. He took one of the only two remaining shirts from the closet and carefully wrapped the little girl in it. The white shirt accentuated the girl's delicate and smooth skin, complemented by her adorable little face that could never provoke anger in Yu Wensong. In that moment, Yu Wensong truly felt as if he had become a father!

Yuwen Song nodded repeatedly, emphasizing that every word in the *illustrated* book was true: "Of course it is true! Otherwise, how could someone my age possibly have a daughter?!"

You wretched girl! I let you stay for free for a day, and now you repay me by soaking me with your urine?! Is this how you repay me? Huh?!

Suddenly, the sleeping beauty, who had been peacefully slumbering, awoke! The evidence that made everyone immediately aware of her awakening was the thunderous cries and uproar that erupted once again

It is yet another scorching summer morning. In August, it seems that even the early hours cannot escape the intense rays of the sun. One can only silently endure the excessive "blessings" it bestows upon the world. On this clear Saturday, composed of sunlight and boundless sunshine, it truly is... well, it is indeed a very good time for airing out the quilts.

Sister Ding chuckled softly, but to Yu Wensong, that laugh was anything but pleasant.

Seeing the little girl's situation becoming dangerous, Yu Wensong could no longer hold back. He once again extended his arms towards Ding Feng and said, "Brother Ding, please give me this little girl. I feel like I might have a way to calm her down."

Yu Wensong shot him a glare, realizing that he had been misunderstood once again. However, he had explained this issue too many times already, and it was beginning to wear on him; he was reluctant to continue explaining.

Moreover, when that little girl was held in his arms several times, Yu Wensong gradually developed a sincere affection for her Although the time he spent with this little girl was not long, a feeling of reluctance began to spread in his heart

The next half hour once again plunged Yu Wensong into busyness

A stunning beauty, having her clothes removed by Yu Wensong, is currently allowing him to touch her freely, showing no resistance as he wipes her body with a piece of paper. In a completely "normal" environment, this would indeed be considered an unexpected blessing from the heavens. However, it is a pity that this beautiful lady is not yet of age.

A pungent odor rushed straight to Yu Wensong's forehead, making him almost believe he had taken a wrong turn and fallen into a latrine! Looking down, he saw that the cloth wrapping the little girl was continuously emitting a very strange smell, which choked him and compelled him to immediately throw the item into the foot basin that had been prepared nearby.

Yuwen Song took out the pack of paper that he had previously placed in a plastic bag and glanced at it. It seemed that this item was specifically designed for wiping a baby's bottom

Yuwen Song looked at the little girl and saw that the swaddling blanket wrapped around her was already soaked in a large area. With no other choice, Yuwen Song sighed and helped her take off the swaddling blanket

Ding Feng continued, "I never expected this, I never expected it. How can there be such parents in this world? They are even willing to abandon their own child? I suspect that this couple must have had a child out of wedlock, and when the child was born, they panicked and just threw it away. Damn it, if I ever find that man, I will definitely give him a few hard punches!"

People often say, "It is easier to talk than to act, and easier to think than to talk," which likely describes Ding Feng's current situation. This seasoned elder, who has "extensive" experience in raising children, finds himself utterly at a loss in front of this little princess who acts entirely on her whims and defies all logic. He nearly lost her from his embrace!

Hello, girl. You are completely naked now! I am going to see you in your entirety...

After finishing her milk, the little girl continued to repeat what she had done the previous night. Tilting her head, her soft eyelashes covered her big eyes, and she once again drifted off to sleep, a typical case of sleeping after a full meal

Xiao Yuwen, your daughter is crying quite hard. She must be hungry at this time. Where is her mother? Why hasn't she come back to feed her?" Ding Sao turned around in place while holding the little girl and caught sight of the bag of milk powder leaning against the wall, revealing a look that seemed to understand everything. "So that's how it is... You child, you really like to hold on stubbornly. How could a mother be so heartless, leaving behind your lover is one thing, but now even abandoning the child together?" So that's how it is... You child, you really like to hold on stubbornly. How could a mother be so heartless, leaving behind your lover is one thing, but now even abandoning the child together? It must be very difficult for you to raise her alone, right?

Yuwen Song forced himself to swallow a mouthful of food, cleared his throat, and said: "Huh... Brother Ding, Sister Ding, I really want to thank you! I truly thought I would starve to death like this!"

"Cut it out, do you really think I have the mind to make such jokes? Girl, once I find your parents, I will definitely have a good talk with them about this."

What on earth am I thinking? Recently, it seems like my mind is not quite normal, why am I thinking about all these strange things everywhere?

Yuwen Song looked at the very excited little girl, observing the carefree smile on her face, and felt a surge of anger that he did not know how to express! Just then, Ding Feng, who lived next door, had heard Yuwen Song's roar early in the morning and walked out of his room.

Looking into Yu Wensong's determined eyes, Ding Feng was filled with doubt, yet he still handed the little girl over to him. At that moment, something astonishing happened! The little girl, who had been causing a commotion that could be felt throughout the entire alley, suddenly stopped crying as soon as she was held in Yu Wensong's arms! Her limbs ceased to struggle, her cries faded away, and she quietly nestled into Yu Wensong's embrace, falling back into a deep sleep. Her small face radiated tranquility, as if she felt completely at ease at that moment, a hint of a reassuring smile quietly crept onto her face in her dreams. Her limbs ceased to struggle, her cries faded away, and she quietly nestled into Yu Wensong's embrace, falling back into a deep sleep. Her small face radiated tranquility, as if she felt completely at ease at that moment, a hint of a reassuring smile quietly crept onto her face in her dreams.

Sister Ding truly deserves to be called a mother; she has her own way of comforting children. The little girl, with adults whispering softly in her ear, being held for comfort, and enjoying a hearty meal, has no reason to complain at all

It is said that, however, truly making Yu Wensong cry is not an easy task. If things were to end here, Yu Wensong would merely let out a bitter laugh. Yet, the little girl in his arms does not think so; it seems that after having a good cry herself, she insists on dragging Yu Wensong down with her to weep as well. Thus, an event that had already left Yu Wensong at a loss for tears occurred once more. However, the little girl in his arms does not think so; it seems that after having a good cry herself, she insists on dragging Yu Wensong down with her to weep as well. Thus, an event that had already left Yu Wensong at a loss for tears occurred once more

Oh! Yuwen, so this is the source of the crying noise from last night? If you had mentioned having such a lovely child earlier, I wouldn't have gotten so angry. Hehe...

As he gazed at the clothes and blankets fluttering on the clothesline, Yu Wensong began to indulge in self-praise, creating yet another human feat to bolster his own ego. However, reality is indeed harsh; his stomach was already on the verge of cramping from hunger. ... Looking at the sun, which had reached its zenith, no matter how strong Yu Wensong was, he could not withstand this most terrifying torment in the world.

Well... for now, I have no other options. I can only take care of her like this for the time being, and we will discuss it further once we find her parents

At this moment, Yu Wensong was filled with anger with no outlet to express it. He no longer cared whether Ding Feng was two heads taller than him or had a stronger physique, and immediately retorted: "If you're angry, then be angry! Can I really control whether you are angry or not? I truly do not understand what is so good about having children. Why do you insist on having one? Don't you think you already have enough troubles?" I truly do not understand what is so good about having children. Why do you insist on having one? Don't you think you already have enough troubles?

Yuwen Song did not dare to sigh, fearing that too many sighs would not bode well. Looking at his own disheveled appearance, and then at that girl who needed not worry about anything, who would be provided for in terms of food and clothing, a hint of helplessness, yet slightly tinged with a sense of comfort, crept onto Yuwen Song's lips.

Ding Feng stared at Yu Wensong, the relaxed expression on his face having completely vanished. Just as Yu Wensong was about to lose his mind under Ding Feng's gaze, he finally spoke: "Is that so... This is also good. Yu, your genuine feelings at this moment will surely be conveyed to this child one day"

"Hello, Xiaoyu? This is Sister Ding. May I come in now?" At this moment, it was indeed Ding Feng's wife knocking at the door, presumably drawn here by the cries of the little girl.

Hehe, look how anxious you are. I didn't ask you to throw her away; what difference is there between you and her parents? I mean, have you considered sending her to an orphanage? The country's welfare measures are still quite good now. At least it's better than your situation of having meals one day and going hungry the next.

Yuwen Song chuckled; he was not concerned about whether Ding Feng could beat him. He only hoped that the girl's parents would appear before him and take the little girl away, and he would be grateful for that. This little girl had only known him for about two days, yet she had already turned his life into a complete mess! If he stayed any longer, he truly did not know if he would be driven mad by her antics

Yuwen Song's own situation is not particularly favorable. In his rural hometown, the concept of "family planning" is not widely accepted. Many families having more children than allowed is quite common. Although he has parents and siblings, given the economic conditions, his parents are unable to provide him with much care. From childhood to adulthood, he has essentially walked this path alone. When he came to the city to attend high school three years ago, this sense of loneliness was magnified infinitely. Looking at the unfamiliar city, observing the flow of people around him who have no connection to him... This feeling of "loneliness" quietly tears at him during every dark and cold night.

As he saw more and more people gathering, Yu Wensong realized he could no longer make such a conspicuous entrance and hurriedly retreated back into his doghouse. He placed the little girl on a piece of bedding that was not yet too damp, looking at his blanket and lamenting loudly.

What the heck! Are you really a bottomless pit? Didn't I just feed you? How can you be hungry so soon?" Yu Wensong covered his ears with both hands and shouted during a moment when the little girl was crying. However, this only made things worse; the little girl, already crying loudly, became even more cheerful with Yu Wensong's loud encouragement, showing no regard for his feelings at all

"Hey, Yuwen, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Yuwen lost in thought as he gazed at the little girl, Ding Feng gave him a push.

Yuwen Song was momentarily taken aback; he carefully contemplated this phrase that seemed to carry profound Zen meaning, yet he found it difficult to comprehend.

"Is what you said true?" Sister Ding seemed to still have some doubts, staring intently into Yu Wensong's eyes as she asked.

At this moment, the residents of the alley stepped out of their doors to begin their day. Most of these people were familiar with Yu Wensong, and upon seeing him standing in the middle with a child in his arms, various comments—some playful, some sighing, and some admiring—began to circulate around him again

I... I can't go on. Oh heavens... Are you really going to let me die young here? Can you bear to watch such an outstanding young man like me starve to death, completing the final journey of life? I beg you... If I must die, at least let me have a hearty meal before you take my life... If I must die, at least let me have a hearty meal before you take my life...

Throughout the entire morning, Yu Wensong managed to get by solely on the water from that thermos. Unfortunately, this time, it was not a day that could be resolved simply by drinking some water and remaining motionless. There was a whole pile of things that Yu Wensong had to wash. Although he indeed washed his own clothes and his bedding had not been cleaned for a long time, he usually did such chores on the first Saturday after payday, after he had fed himself. He had never attempted such physically demanding work under conditions that were nearly at their limit. During the process of washing clothes and scrubbing the bedding, he was interrupted twice by the cries of a little girl waking up from hunger. Watching the little girl happily drinking her milk, Yu Wensong could only lick his lips and then make a rather "tragic" expression as he continued to wash that large pile of clothes.

Because the little girl has stopped crying, Sister Ding's son naturally ceased his cries as well. Sister Ding picked up her son and walked over to her husband, saying: "I have truly never had such an experience. Xiaoyuwen, I was somewhat skeptical about your words, but now looking at you, it seems you are completely this child's father! Only in the arms of a father or mother does a child show such a peaceful expression, don't you think?"

Yu Wensong devoured the rice in his bowl like a whirlwind, finally feeling a sense of satisfaction in his stomach. He wiped his mouth and glared angrily at the little girl, saying: "Isn't it all for this girl? Why does she have to fall ill for no reason, forcing me to give all my money to the hospital!" After saying this, he picked up his chopsticks and reached for a plate of dried tofu.