Interstellar Food God [System]

Modi stood up slowly, and Mo Fei immediately supported him in a panic. Mo Fei's gesture was caring, but it would weaken his father's momentum. The pale young man who supported him stood up straight silently, and when he silently looked at Irene, his eyes were as deep as a pool of water, and the aura around him that he was used to controlling made him look calm and majestic. Is sick or weak.

He said slowly: "Then I should ask the judge, why in a judgment, the reasons for the dispute between the two parties are not clear, and the legal facts and evidence adopted in the judgment are even more vague. The legal basis for sentence me to leave the house What is it? I was sentenced to my underage son, but did not guarantee the basic economic conditions for raising my children. What kind of judgment is this? A court judgment is illogical and disregarding fairness. The judicial system in this era is also a bit too dark some."

Irene couldn't help taking a step back, covered in cold sweat, and said with a sneer, "If you are not convinced, you can appeal, but even if you appeal ten thousand times, the result will be the same! You know what you have done , I have given you a lot of face and didn't let you go to jail, otherwise..."

She has a tough expression, but if you look closely, you can see that most of it is strong support. Modi just looked at her quietly, and found it a little funny, and said sharply: "You can't forge this verdict, right?" Noticing that Ai Lin's expression changed, and she continued, "This should be an illegal act. What reason do you have to do this?"

Irene seemed to be stabbed with a needle, as if she was going to explode, she said "The verdict is true, I have nothing to say to you and me!", then turned around and left quickly, the sound of high heels seemed to be fleeing, crackling, fast Go away and disappear.

Modi watched her run away, and didn't intend to chase her. He sighed, sat back on the hospital bed, and flipped through the verdict again. He suddenly noticed that Mo Fei's bright eyes were looking at him, and when he met his gaze, he blushed a little. , scratched his head and looked to the other side.

Modi found it very interesting, and guessed that the father and son might not communicate much at ordinary times. After all, soldiers are usually away from home for a long time, but obviously, Mo Fei admired his father very much, and now it seems that he is also very satisfied with his fake father.

"Xiao Fei," Mo Di reached out and touched the top of Mo Fei's head, "you will have to follow me from now on, and I will take good care of you."

Mo Fei quickly grabbed his hand and kept him in this position of touching his head. After a while, he let go. His eyes turned red again. He lowered his head for a long time before looking at him solemnly: "I will also take care of you." Take care of yours."

"You are...reliable." Modi didn't expect that the child would cry when he touched it. He rubbed his head again and laughed, "Soldier, the organization has given you a task now."

Mo Fei was really looking forward to the soldiers, and immediately stood at attention: "Yes!" Then he cautiously asked, "What is it?"

"Where should I go to see that...personal information account?"

Ten minutes later, Modi looked at the virtual electronic screen in front of him, lamenting the superb technology of the future and his own poverty.

According to the result of Modi secretly asking the nurse robot, the personal information account is stored in a one-millimeter-square chip. Once a citizen of the Galaxy Federation is born, this chip will be embedded in a citizen's finger pulp.Modi stood in front of the ten-centimeter-square machine, pretending to understand everything, and pressed his right index finger on the fingerprint reader. He got it right once, and a wide electronic screen appeared out of thin air, displaying all the information from his birth.

On the deposit page is a pitifully small number: 3116.28.

Modi had an extravagant hope, hoping that this would be the same as the 60s of New China, where households with ten thousand yuan would be the super rich. He asked, "Xiaofei, how much is the lunch at your school?"

Mo Fei's age should be in elementary school, unless there are some noble academies. Generally speaking, the price of the school cafeteria is relatively low, which can basically reflect how much money can be eaten in this era.

The electronic screen is private, and non-current account users cannot see the information on it. Relying on his natural sensitivity and cleverness, Mo Fei realized that this is a serious problem, and cautiously said: "Fifteen... no, ten yuan."

This is the lowest price in the canteen.

Modi made a quick calculation, conservatively estimated that 3000 yuan is enough for a month or two, and...

Modi asked again: "Your tuition fees..."

Mo Fei immediately became nervous: "Tuition is free," and then whispered, "Just need to pay the transfer fee."

He pursed his mouth like a little turtle, as if he was about to retract his head into his shoulders, showing a cowardly and helpless posture.Modi froze for a moment, realizing that the kid might be a little too sensitive.

He was afraid that he would not be able to support him and would send him away.

In fact, no matter what age, it is very unreasonable for the court to rule that a minor child follows a penniless father.Most likely, the child was originally awarded to Irene, but she couldn't take it for some reason, so she forged the judgment and handed Mo Fei to him.In this case, if he shows the attitude that it will be very difficult to raise Mo Fei, Mo Fei, a precocious child, will definitely feel that he is a burden. His father does not love his mother, and he is as pitiful as Xiao Bai Cai.

Modi couldn't think of what to say to dispel Mo Fei's thoughts for a while, so he could only rub Mo Fei's head again. This time he didn't grab his father's big hand, but just smiled, looking a little lonely.

Modi was even more at a loss. At this time, the nurse robot floated over and said something to add insult to injury: "Mr. Mo, your medical bills have been paid until today, and it's time to renew."

Money, money, the lifeblood of the poor.Modi had never worried about money in his previous life, so he could only ask helplessly, "How much do you want?"

"The hospitalization fee is [-] federal dollars a day, plus the cost of various examinations, and you still need to be hospitalized for observation for about a week," the nurse robot said naively, not knowing the sufferings of the world, "You should pay [-] first."

"..." Modi supported his forehead and said, "Nurse Bai."

Nurse robot Baiman wrote on his face: "Let the nest serve you! Come and use the nest!"

"Where is the discharge procedure?"

Modi rejected the tearful retention of the nurse robot, and rejected Mo Fei's request to ask Irene for money and pay him for hospitalization. His own body knew best, and he estimated that there was no problem, so he limped out of the hospital .

The nurse robot wept bitterly, leaning against the door of the hospital, waving a small handkerchief from nowhere.Mo Fei was anxious at first, but after being rejected with good words, he kept his head down and did not speak, and helped Modi to cross the hospital compound together.

Modi felt that he didn't need to help him, but if he refused again, Mo Fei would cry.At this moment, the child kept his eyes downcast, the tip of his nose was red, and he looked very pitiful on his fair little face.

He must have felt that, in order to support him, his father didn't even have the money to treat his illness, so he was simply a drag.

Modi has many things he is good at and many things he is not good at. For the latter, emotional communication is one of them. Otherwise, he would not have become famous in his previous life and never married a wife.

In extreme distress, Modi just wanted to say something when Mo Fei stopped suddenly and looked at a certain place in front of him with vigilance and disgust.

Modi was full of thoughts, so he didn't follow him to stop immediately. The two were just in front of the hospital gate. At this moment, a foot stretched out sinisterly. Modi tripped and fell forward.

There was a sneer from the side, which was extremely piercing, as if just listening to the sound, he could imagine a sinister face.

Just before Modi hit the ground on his face, a certain instinct in his body suddenly woke up, turning the tendency of falling into a sweeping leg on the ground, and directly swept the person who tripped him to the ground!

Modi rushed up like the wind, and halfway through, his legs started to hurt belatedly, so he stopped, and just stepped on the chest of the man who stretched his legs and tripped him, forming a posture of looking down from above.