2716: Filling His Tummy

Filling His Tummy

Finally, he could not help but gather enough courage to tug at Gu Jinglian's sleeve, asking cautiously, "Uncle…"1

The man peered at him obliquely and questioned back askance, "Yes?"

"I'm hungry!" uttered Baby Chu. The boy's meaning was clear: Can you fill my tummy?

Somehow or rather, the grownup did not seem to catch his meaning and merely asked, "What about that?"

"Is there any food?"

"None."

The boy was undeterred and pressed on boldly. "I'm so hungry; I haven't eaten all day."

"So?"

"Uncle, can you bring me some food?"

"I'm warning you—" Gu Jinglian's expression turned frigid.

Growl…

"—My patience—"

Growl…

"My patience has its limit. Soon—"

Growl…

"—I'll drop you at a police station—"

Growl…

Every few words, the boy's growling stomach would interrupt him. By then, the little fella was looking at him with the most piteous eyes as if misery were pouring straight from them.

The man could only grit his teeth and glare at the child fiercely for a long time.

…

At a twenty-four-hour Kentucky Fried Chicken store.

It was already thirty minutes past midnight.

The business was slow and quiet.

The waiter was mopping the floor when he heard the sound of the door closing, which was soon followed by what seemed to be a number of people walking in. He looked up in confusion and was startled by the spectacular sight in front of him.

A handsome man in a black trenchcoat, with his hands in his pants' pockets, came in through the door. Along with him was a little boy, who was fidgeting while rubbing his sunken tummy. The two were followed by blackclad bodyguards, each with an unsmiling face and a solemn expression; their frigid eyes looked around with an appalling aura.

The waiter was struck dumb with fear.

Who is this person?

Can this be the mafia?

Still, he had never heard of the mafia visiting a western fast-food restaurant such as this!

The two cashiers in front of the counter were just chatting away in boredom when they, too, were stunned by the sight of the menacing men approaching them.

Gu Jinglian walked up to the counter, sans any expression, while Baby Chu stood on his tiptoes beside him. The boy reached his hands for the countertop with eyes gazing brightly at the cashiers, much like a little mouse that had just fallen into a rice jar.

"H-How… How are you…" The cashier had a hard time spouting a greeting through her chattering teeth.

The mafia head swept his gaze coldly across the servers, bearing down on them with his haughty presence.

The cashiers went weak in their knees.

The man had never been to such a place, but along the way, this was the only fast-food restaurant that was still open at this late hour.

Although the man in front of the fear-bound cashiers was stunningly handsome, the terrible aura emanating from him was deeply intimidating.

Baby Chu did not seem to notice the strange scene, though. He curiously peered up at the meals displayed on the set menu above but could not recognize a few words in the description. Hence, he asked with curiosity, "Beautiful sister, is there no bun here?"

"No…"

"Then, what about noodles and soup?"

"No…"

"What about fried rice or omelette fried rice?"

"No…"

"Then, what do you have here?" asked the man impatiently.

The cashier's mouth was so wide with fear that she could hold three eggs in her mouth.

Pardon her ignorance, but this was the first time she had come across a person who had never had KFC in his life.

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