Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle

Chapter 1314 630: ?? (End)

The little beggar looked at Qin Wan with eyes full of confusion, clearly wondering why you, who haven't recognized me, the beggar, are talking so much.

"Qin... Miss Qin, do you remember me?" The little beggar couldn't help but ask.

Hearing the little beggar call her Miss Qin, Qin Wan was obviously stunned. She hadn't heard this title for many years, since she got married, no one called her Miss Qin anymore; everyone called her Mrs. Jiang, which was a very distant name to her.

"You..." Qin Wan's eyes filled with much confusion. In her view, given the little beggar's age, it was impossible for him to call her Miss Qin; the last time someone called her Miss Qin, the little beggar hadn't been born yet.

"Do you recognize me?" Qin Wan carefully scrutinized the little beggar, trying to see familiar features in his eyes and face, but to no avail. "Are you from outside the border?"

Qin Wan could only guess the little beggar's origins from friends outside the border, and she inquired, "Who are your parents? Are they old friends of mine? Did they send you to seek refuge with me?"

The little beggar shook his head.

The little beggar shook his head, Qin Wan only assumed he was unwilling to speak, further convinced that the little beggar must be the child of an old friend of hers. His family met with an accident, and he came to Beiping to seek refuge with her, made several inquiries to find her residence, and ultimately fainted at the door.

A very reasonable guess.

Qin Wan took the little beggar's hand: "There's hot water at home and old clothes that suit you. First, take a bath, then eat something, and we'll talk about the rest slowly."

The little beggar hesitated for a moment, but finally did not resist and followed Qin Wan into the house.

This was the first time the little beggar entered the Jiang Family house, whether it be the large house outside the border, the small house in the back, or this house in the Capital City. Despite being at Qin Wan's side for so many years, this was the first time he walked in.

The little beggar looked like a child who had never seen the world, being led by Qin Wan, while looking around as he walked, seemingly wanting to confirm whether the house looked like he imagined.

This house is actually quite ordinary, Qin Huai had seen it countless times.

The courtyard was piled with many sundries. Qin Wan could still tidy the house neatly a few years ago, but these past two years her health was not what it used to be, causing the house to become much messier. Because there were many children, there were a lot of toys at home; the older children had reached the age to attend school and learn characters, while the younger ones were still crawling on the floor, so the house had items for all age groups.

There were also clothes.

Qin Wan filled the basin with hot water, letting the little beggar clean himself while she went to the cupboard in the room to find suitable clothes for him, soon finding several outfits.

The older children, like Jiang Weize, Jiang Weijin, and Jiang Weiming, had already gone to Taifeng Building to help, leaving the younger children at home curious about why their mother brought the little beggar inside, but not daring to ask more, they could only peek at him through the door frame.

The little beggar saw Jiang Wei'an peeking at him bathing.

The little beggar didn't react much, calmly washing his hair, found it couldn't be cleaned thoroughly, asked Jiang Wei'an for a pair of scissors, decisively cut his hair short like a dog had chewed it, then washed it clean.

Jiang Wei'an dumbfoundedly asked, "You just cut your hair like that, won't your mom scold you?"

"No." The little beggar replied blandly.

"My mom is looking for clothes for you, are you going to live in my house later?" Jiang Wei'an asked again.

Jiang Wei'an's question silenced the little beggar, who held the scissors, even though his hair was already cut, still subconsciously made a cutting gesture in the air, paused for over ten seconds, and replied softly, "I don't know."

"You're older than me, if you live in my house, do I have to call you brother? I already have many brothers; I don't want another brother, I want another younger brother." Jiang Wei'an continued.

"Wei'an." Qin Wan's voice came from outside the room, carrying some sternness, "Don't disturb the new brother, the new brother is very tired and needs to rest, go play inside."

Jiang Wei'an could only reluctantly run out, then was promptly directed by Qin Wan to bring clothes inside for the little beggar, before trotting back into the room, shouting as he ran: "Aunt, mom won't let me play with the new brother."

This child, really has a loud voice from a young age.

Qin Wan smiled helplessly, standing outside, waiting for the little beggar to finish cleaning and changing clothes.

About ten minutes later, the little beggar cleaned even the dirt in his fingernail crevices, changed into new clothes, looking very clean and fresh, with a head of wet, dog-chewed-looking hair walked out of the room.

Qin Wan once again scrutinized the little beggar, trying to recognize which old friend's child he was, but after looking for a long time still couldn't recall, she smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "There is some leftover millet porridge from this noon in the kitchen, and homemade pickles. Eat something hot to pad your stomach first, and I'll find you some cakes."

After speaking, Qin Wan took the little beggar's hand once more, leading him to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, there was a small table, with a bowl of thick porridge and two plates of pickles on it, along with a piece of tofu dipped in sesame oil.

Qin Wan had already helped the little beggar set the tableware; the little beggar sat down a little awkwardly, picked up the chopsticks awkwardly trying to pick up the tofu on the table, but couldn't pick them up no matter how hard he tried due to poor handling of the chopsticks.

It's understandable, the little beggar probably hadn't used chopsticks, such advanced utensils, since his days of Crossing Tribulation; during his begging days, he mainly ate with his hands, didn't even use a spoon.