It was already late when Wu Xiaohang returned home. He spent some money and bought a pound of pork head meat at the braised food shop downstairs. The business in the shop was very good today, so the boss kept him for a while longer. However, there was no overtime pay for such overtime work, but when he left, he could get a hot lunch box from the kitchen. The contents of the lunch box were quite rich, with chicken, rice, and some vegetables. It was enough for Wu Xiaohang to eat by himself, but now there was an extra mouth at home, so he had to buy something else to bring back.
He walked downstairs and saw that the orange light was on in his room. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his cheek, smiled, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.
The room was very quiet. Apart from the light, there was only the slight sound of the fan. The boy was lying on the table, and seemed to have fallen asleep. His hair was stained with warm light, and looked particularly soft. As soon as Wu Xiaohang entered the room, he straightened up and rubbed his eyes in confusion: "You're back..."
"Yes." Wu Xiaohang said, "I brought you some delicious food. Wait a minute, I'll go make some porridge."
"No need." The boy's voice was vaguely sleepy, he said, "I've already cooked it." He seemed a little embarrassed, and lowered his voice, "It's my first time, I don't know if it will taste good..."
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