Chapter 12: A Family of Three

The sun was setting in the west, and the red glow filled the sky. At this time, the light in their room was a bit dim. When Qi Wanfeng came in carrying the food, a smile flashed in his eyes as he saw the two figures, one big and one small, in the room. “An’an, time to eat,” he said.

“Si Lang, I brought dinner over,” he said.

Cao Xiangnan had slept for so many days. He had been energetic for a while when he woke up today, but then he fell asleep again, sleeping until now. Since waking up, he had only drunk a bowl of porridge and was so hungry that his stomach was growling.

Since he woke up, there had only been one child looking after him in the room. Cao Xiangnan felt extremely sorry for this young child. When he told the child to go out and play, the child refused. The child was obedient to his a-mu, saying that his a-mu had told him to stay here and accompany his a-die, so he really stayed here and accompanied him. The two of them were hungry at the moment.

“A-mu.” An’an called out to his a-mu and snuggled up to him like a puppy seeing its mother. The child had been staying in the room all day and was a little listless and without energy. Qi Wanfeng lovingly stroked the child’s head and said, “An’an, be good. A-mu brought you meat. We have meat to eat tonight.”

“Yay, A-mu, A-mu…” The child shouted and jumped happily, expressing his joy in the simplest way.

“An’an go sit down. You’ll have some to eat soon.” Qi Wanfeng used a small bowl to fill the child with rice porridge and vegetables, and there were two slices of meat in it. Seeing the child eating with satisfaction, he smiled.

Cao Xiangnan twisted around to look at the father and son, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart. His life in his previous life hadn’t been good either, but even at its worst, he had never gone hungry. That mean-spirited grandmother would poke him with her fingers and scold him every day, but she had never starved him.

His biological father wasn’t a good thing, but when he was young, he would still give him some money every month. It was only after his father remarried that he stopped giving him money. Once there was a stepmother, there was a stepfather. Cao Xiangnan didn’t find it strange. Later, when he was admitted to college and went to college, he was already able to work and earn money himself. It wasn’t a problem for him to support himself at all.

But now, coming here and seeing that this family was destitute, and the child was so thin and sallow-faced, so happy because there was meat to eat, Qi Wanfeng must have been reluctant to eat a good bite himself and had given it all to him and the child.

“Si Lang, time to eat.” Qi Wanfeng carefully helped his husband up, letting him sit behind him and lean on his body.

“Wanfeng.” Cao Xiangnan’s throat was a little choked. His heart was very uncomfortable.

When the spoon was brought to his mouth, he opened his mouth and ate. He didn’t know what he was eating, it was soft and mushy, but he swallowed the food. Although it was very unpalatable, he still cherished the food he had in his mouth.

The family of three ate their dinner in this small room. The child ate with great satisfaction. After the husband and child finished eating, Qi Wanfeng began to eat the leftovers. He finished the food in two or three mouthfuls, and then instructed the child to stay in the room to take care of a-die while he took the bowls and chopsticks out.

Before long, Qi Wanfeng brought in a bowl of medicine. Cao Xiangnan wanted to vomit as soon as he smelled the odor. “Husband, come and drink the medicine,” Qi Wanfeng said. He didn’t know what his husband was thinking. His mind was only on this bowl of medicine.

Cao Xiangnan held his breath and swallowed the bowl of medicine in one breath. It was so bitter that his tongue was numb.

Seeing that he had drunk the medicine, a faint smile appeared on Qi Wanfeng’s face. After helping his husband relieve himself, he took the bowl out again.