Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

Atsushi Nakajima, who couldn't react, looked a little cute in a daze.

"Want to eat?" Osamu Dazai shook the chicken leg that had been held up for a long time.

"Think." Atsushi Nakajima swallowed, the focus of his pupils swaying left and right with the chicken legs.

"But no."

Dazai threw the chicken legs that had lost their heat and gave off a greasy smell back into the box. His actions successfully received accusations from the little tiger. The pitiful look of the other party being deceived made people feel that their conscience was in their hearts. pain.

Dazai: What is conscience, can it be eaten→→

The little kitten poked its head in the winter night next to the paper box, and was pushed away by Osamu Dazai with his fingers. One person and one cat repeated the process of you poking and pushing away. After a while, the little hand belonging to Atsushi Nakajima temporarily stayed in the same camp as the cat. The "two cats" teamed up and tried to snatch a chicken leg from Osamu Dazai.

When Yuecheng Xueman opened the door and came in, he saw this childlike scene.

He first put the lunch box and paper bag in his hand on the small table beside the bed, then went to open the window.

A gust of "huh" blew away the smell of fried food in the ward. On a winter night, seeing that the snow was coming, he jumped onto the window sill, licked his little paws slowly, and pretended to be the meat grabber just now. It's not me.

Atsushi Nakajima was surprised to find that the uneasiness in his heart was gradually disappearing just because of the arrival of this person.

"Hello..." He tentatively greeted Xueman, put his two little hands on the quilt obediently, and quietly straightened his back, as if waiting for the other party's inspection.

"Hello."

Xueman gave Atsushi Nakajima a gentle smile, he propped up the small table next to the hospital bed, and placed the three-layer lunch box separately in front of the little tiger: "Can I use a spoon?"

"can."

Then a child's spoon was placed in Atsushi Nakajima's hand.

Taking into account the stomachs of young children, the dishes selected by Xueman are stewed and steamed dishes that are easy to absorb. The meat and vegetables are cut into suitable sizes and perfectly fit the size of the spoon.The full box of rice, enough for an adult to eat, also met the little tiger's appetite.

At first he was a bit reserved, and he ate slowly, one bite at a time, then faster and faster, and finally poured the soup directly on the rice, eating ferociously with big mouthfuls.

The amount of food in the orphanage was a drop in the bucket for Atsushi Nakajima. He was either hungry or very hungry, and he rarely had a chance to eat as much as he could.

——It made me hungry.

Osamu Dazai leaned on his head. After watching "Little Tigers Eat and Broadcast" for a long time, his appetite that had disappeared due to the greasy smell suddenly returned.

"Eat a sandwich first."

Seeing the change in Dazai's eyes, Xueman handed the simple paper bag to the other party, while he took out the pudding cup and pushed it to the little tiger's hand: "The boss said that this pudding is the kind that the children in the neighborhood like, so I bought one for you too."

"If you don't like this, when you are discharged from the hospital, let's go to the snack shop to buy it together, shall we?"

The tan caramel is poured on the trembling pudding, and the milky fragrance spreads out, which is an irresistible sweetness.

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes widened, he held the spoon for a long time and didn't know what to do. This was a little surprise that the orphanage would not prepare for them, or for him.

"What's mine? What's mine?"

Osamu Dazai reached out to Xueman with a very thick skin: "Other children have them, so I should have them too."

Xueman took out two more as if by magic, not only Osamu Dazai got one, but Cat Dongye also got one.The three "children" ate the pudding quietly. They seemed to be immersed in the sweetness and couldn't get back to their senses.

Even the doctor who came to check on Atsushi Nakajima thought he had gone to the wrong room. After he repeatedly confirmed that the child who ate his belly round was the one who sent him last night, the doctor was shocked.

Based on the tragic situation that the child sent, the doctor thought it would take at least three months to wake up.

Unexpectedly, I woke up without waiting for 24 hours, and ate a meal with a great appetite and dessert.

"If there is nothing wrong with the examination in the afternoon, you can go through the discharge procedures."

As he walked out, he shook his head to express his doubts, unable to understand what was going on in front of him.His attitude was noticed by Atsushi Nakajima, and his heart, which had just settled down, was gripped again, for fear that he would be thrown back to the orphanage because of this special.

——No, I've been adopted, and I won't be thrown back.

Atsushi Nakajima convinced himself in his heart.

The next day, Xueman led Atsushi Nakajima, who had put on new clothes, towards the house he had temporarily rented.

"Mr. Dazai isn't with us?"

The little tiger grabbed Xueman's two fingers and asked nervously.

"Dazai said he has something to do, but he will have dinner with us." Xueman deliberately slowed down his pace so that the children could follow, "Would you like to go to the shop that sells pudding? Besides pudding, there are other snacks. "

"Okay~"

Atsushi Nakajima's tone revealed his good mood. He knew the location of the pastry shop. When he was free and active before, he saw a woman with a child passing by the door of the orphanage. The talk is "delicious pudding".

At that time, he was still imagining how delicious that pudding would be, if one day he could eat it himself...

I didn't expect my dream to come true so quickly.

"...just turn the corner ahead."

Unknowingly, the one who walked in front became Atsushi Nakajima, holding Xueman's hand, his voice was excited: "I heard from other children that strawberry Daifuku is also delicious... There is also a kind of meat floss sprinkled with meat floss. The cake is said to be sweet, salty and salty..." The point is that there is meat!

"Then how many should we buy at the same time?"

The little tiger did the math: "Four!" He also counted the cat Dong Ye.

Xueman smiled softly, and asked the boss to pack five of each snack mentioned by Atsushi Nakajima, and put it in a big paper bag.The little tiger took the initiative to hold the paper bag in his arms. The bag was so high that he could only poke out half of his head from the side to see the road.

The way he tilted his head is too cute, and he has attracted the likes of many residents who live nearby along the way.Not long after the two arrived home, a neighbor came to visit with a small gift.

It stands to reason that Xueman, who moved in, should visit the neighbors first, and the neighbors will return later. However, the appearance is touching, and before they can act, the neighbor who couldn't hold back his excitement rang the doorbell and sat in the living room Finally, he also talked to Xueman about household topics such as where the vegetables are the freshest.

Xueman made tea for them, put the gift biscuits on the plate, and spent the afternoon tea time with these enthusiastic neighbors.

In the evening, Osamu Dazai, who didn't know where he was going, finally appeared at the door of Tsukishiro's house. He seemed to have walked a long way, and fell down on the sofa as soon as he entered the house, and asked Xiao Tiger, help him take care of the child he brought back.

"That kid is called Xiaozhi. He is four years older than you. You can just call him brother Xiaozhi."

Xiaozhi... Brother...

Atsushi Nakajima carefully looked at "Brother Xiaozhi". The child who was a head taller than him stood expressionlessly in the living room. This person was like an exquisite doll. The eyes only look at one place.

Emotionless and cold.

The clothes worn by the other party are well cut, and there are thin dark lines on the fabric. It is the type that Atsushi Nakajima can feel the word "expensive" with his eyes.

It's just that the little tiger didn't dare to get close to the person with the four big characters "Don't touch me" written from head to toe.

He walked close to the wall, little by little, he came to the side of Xueman who was busy in the kitchen, and quietly nodded Xiaozhi with his finger.The little tiger hid behind Xueman, he somehow sensed a dangerous aura from "Brother Xiaozhi", and he would not touch it unless he could.

Even if they had to make contact, it was impossible to do it alone with Xueman's company.

And "brother Xiaozhi" looks like Mr. Dazai... Could it be Mr. Dazai's illegitimate son?

"laugh."

Perhaps because he noticed the little tiger's curious gaze, the standing "brother Xiaozhi" finally moved. He made a mocking sound, walked to the dining table by himself, pulled out the chair and sat on it.The two lower legs hanging in mid-air were very quiet, showing no signs of shaking.

His restraint was not at all childlike.

"There are snacks bought in the morning in the refrigerator, take them out and eat with him."

Xueman patted Atsushi Nakajima's head, put his dessert on a plate and put it on the dining table, the cold and trembling pudding was pushed to Xiao Zhi's hand, the man glanced at Atsushi Nakajima who was full of anticipation , took a bite to save face.

"The pudding is too sweet."

He said critically: "The caramel is still a bit overcooked and bitter."

Upon hearing this, the little tiger quickly dug a spoonful and put it into his mouth: "It's obviously delicious..."

"Do you have a knife?" Xiao Zhi asked.

"What are you going to do?" The little tiger asked warily.

"Cut off the part I have eaten here, and the rest is yours."

Xiaozhi said politely that after finding out that the little tiger had no intention of helping him with the knife, the child jumped off the chair by himself, walked to the kitchen with small, even steps, and held Xueman not long ago precisely. A knife for cutting vegetables.

Then Xueman's hand covered the back of Xiaozhi's hand, and after a little force, the child let go of his hand.

"Knife is so sharp, it's not something a child your age should play with."

Xueman called Dazai, signaling this grown-up who wished to become a salted fish to get up quickly, and don't care what it means to bring the child back.

"And where did you bring him back, did you get permission from his family?" Xueman frowned slightly, looking at the child's clothes, he didn't look like a pitiful child who was ignored.

"I am an orphan."

Xiao Zhi, whose full name is Osamu Dazai, explained: "I followed him voluntarily."