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The child was blinded by the stench and filth all over his body and screamed: "Who is that person?!"

Mo Ran asked him gently: "Young Master, can you... give me this dumpling wrapper?"

"Give it to you? Why should I give it to you?"

"You...you don't eat either, so I just wanted to ask..."

"I don't want to eat, even if our family is prosperous, we need to eat." The child pointed at two fat dogs with slippery fur on the ground, and said angrily, "I can't even feed the dogs, so how can I give them to you?!"

Mo Ran tried his best to put on a smile and said: "Then if the dog can't eat it..."

"How can they not eat it? They are fed braised pork every day. It's just dumpling wrappers. It's gone in two bites. It's not your share. Let's go."

When Mo Ran heard the braised pork, his eyes fell on the two dogs. He suddenly felt that if such fat dogs were cooked and eaten, they would definitely...

He couldn't help but swallowed at the two dogs.

This move all caught the eye of the child. The child was stunned at first, and then was shocked: "What are you planning?"

"I didn't...I just..."

"Do you want to eat prosperous wealth and prosperous fortune?"

Mo Ran panicked and said: "No, no, I'm just too hungry. I can't help but think about it. I'm sorry..."

The young master didn't care what he said. When he heard "I can't help but think about it," his expression changed in horror.

How could a child from a wealthy family like him understand that someone would think of food for the cute puppy guarding the door? He was horrified and felt that the person in front of him was perverted and terrifying, so he started yelling.

"Here comes someone! Quick! Get him away quickly!"

The servants came around, and without explanation, they punched and kicked Mo Ran. He tried his best to grab a few more fried dumpling wrappers on the ground among those neither light nor heavy punches, and held them tightly in his hands, letting others kick and drive them away. Didn't let go either.

The young master seemed to be frightened. He didn't want the remaining dumplings in his hand, threw them on the ground with the bamboo sticks, and then ran away.

Mo Ran crawled over there hard, his thin body was bruised and bruised, and one eye was kicked. He couldn't open it in pain, but when he reached out to grab the remaining dumplings, he still smiled happily. .

There are two left.

It’s stuffed...

One for myself to eat and one for my mother...

Or give both to your mother and just eat the dumpling wrappers yourself...

But he didn't have time to carry the dumplings away. In the chaos, a servant's foot stepped down and crushed the dumplings on his bamboo sticks. The supai was broken and the meat filling was crushed into mud.

He just held the dirty and broken skewer blankly, and fists and kicks fell on him like raindrops. He felt no pain, but when he saw that the dumplings could no longer be eaten, his tears flowed down, from the swollen belly. From the slits of his eyelids, it dripped onto the dirty little face where the facial features could not be seen clearly.

He just wanted to eat some of the leftovers and unwanted things that other children had eaten.

Why can't it belong to him even if it is wasted, broken into pieces and turned into mud?

Later, Mo Ran became the young master at the peak of life and death. Many people in the sect catered to him and pursued him. Even on his birthday, there would be people who could barely talk to him to give him gifts and congratulate him.

Those children who once had to kneel on the ground to grab even a dumpling wrapper finally received heavy praise and praise. He stood in front of a pile of carefully selected congratulatory gifts, but a vague fear arose in his heart.

He was afraid that these gifts would disappear soon, that they would be smashed, that something unexpected would happen somewhere, and that everything in front of him would be the same as the dumplings he held in his hands. Before they reached his mouth, they would be Trampled to pieces. So he quickly used all the things that could be used and ate all the things that could be eaten. If it was really unusable or inedible, he dug out a small dark room in the disciple's room and ate those essences. Beautiful gifts are carefully hidden and counted once and again every day.

At that time, Xue Meng pointed at him and laughed, laughed at him, and said: "Hahaha, it's just a box of pastries from Lin'an Qingfengge Snack Shop. It's wasted. Look at you, you're like a starving ghost." It’s like reincarnation. If you stuff it all into your stomach in one meal, who will snatch it from you?”

At that time, he had just arrived at the pinnacle of death and life, but deep down in his heart, he still felt extremely uneasy.

Therefore, in the face of his cousin's ridicule, he just grinned, with some crumbs on the corner of his mouth, and then buried his head and continued to open another box of pastries to eat.

Xue Meng was surprised: "You have such a big appetite, can't you keep it up?"

All he cared about was eating.

"...If you really can't eat it, don't eat it. Every year for my birthday, I receive a lot of cakes. I eat them all..."

The ink-burning cheeks were stuffed with bulges. He ate too quickly and actually choked a little. He glanced at the young man opposite him with moist and dark eyes.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of the young master he met when he was a child. He could be picky and unscrupulous, eating the fillings of fried dumplings and feeding the skins to the dogs.

Xue Meng probably grew up like this, so he could say things like "throw it away if you can't eat it" and "no one will snatch it from you" in an understatement.

He really, really, really envied them.

Now that he has finally become a well-known young man who can live in fine clothes and live well, he should be comfortable and spend his money wantonly.

But he didn't dare.

The last thing he did was to grab the water glass next to him, take a few gulps of water, swallow the choking snack into his stomach, and continue to hold on.

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