Chapter 1942 robbery (16)

He holds the fox and sniffs.

Rub its head and rub its ears.

The action is visible to the naked eye.

Loved it, loved it for a moment.

The fox was in his arms, lazily, and licked him again.

Licking his cheeks, and those red, swollen eyes.

He bent the corners of his lips, as if he liked its intimacy.

Can't help rubbing against it again, kept saying: "Fox...fox..."

He loves his fox.

"..." The fox hung its tail and moved lazily.

The young man held it, his eyes sparkling.

Keep staring at it, touching it.

Touch its soft fur, warm body, and cunning big tail.

I like it no matter how I look at it, I like it so much.

The fox groaned, and put his paw on his shoulder.

Seeing that he finally stopped crying, it tilted its head and looked towards the stove.

Straightforwardly, unabashedly.

The boy who had been paying attention to it also followed suit.

After looking at it, I found something strange.

He froze for a moment.

At this time, there was no one else in the small kitchen except him and the fox.

Those bad soldiers who were clamoring for a share of food just now, for some reason, are gone.

The pot is covered with a lid and a spoon is placed on it.

It was steaming hot, and the firewood underneath was still burning and smoking.

The smell of meat is overflowing, fresh and fragrant.

The lid of the pot was well covered, and it seemed that the soldiers hadn't touched it.

The boy was stunned, watching quietly with wet eyeballs.

Somewhat at a loss.

He didn't know why there was something cooked in his home.

Even, there seemed to be meat.

Obviously, he has no money, can't afford meat...

He stared blankly at the fragrant pot, holding the big fox in his arms, motionless.

It seems that there is still some reaction.

The fox achieved his goal and finally leaned on his shoulder with peace of mind.

Lazily, tail drooping.

The tip of the tail shakes slightly.

The boy stood there, staring at it for a long time.

Then, he lowered his moist eyelashes and pursed his lips.

My stomach growled again, very loudly.

It was loud enough that the whole house could hear it.

The fox, who was resting on his shoulder, lowered its ears and trembled.

There was no reaction, just quietly, and licked him again.

Very intimate.

The boy's ears were a little red. He looked at it, but didn't say anything.

Only touching its hair lightly, its eyes are dazed, a little absent-minded.

"Is it her..."

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

Is it her...

Yesterday that...the person who took care of him.

The boy lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

After washing the dishes, open the lid of the pot.

The boy scooped out the porridge from the pot.

scooped up a large basin full of tender fresh meat.

Sprinkled with chopped green onion, it is very fragrant and very fragrant.

His stomach growled wildly.

Saliva is also secreted involuntarily.

The boy scooped up the porridge and blew.

Then he carefully held the bowl and sent it to the fox.

Give it to eat first.

"You're hungry too, aren't you?"

He squatted on the ground, his eyes were red and swollen, but they were still bright.

Looking at it brightly, reaching out, touching its fluffy little head.

"You eat, there is a lot of meat."

He wants to give it the delicious food first.

Wait until it finishes eating, and he will eat again.

The fox looked at him, then at the porridge left.

He didn't shirk it, flicked his tail, and ate.

He lowered his head and ate quietly.

(end of this chapter)