My Week's Worth of Food!

While waiting for the milk to heat, looking at Broly's naive and innocent little face, somehow Master Roshi's old lecherous nature bubbled up again. A suspicious flush crept across his face as he leaned close to Broly, lowering his voice with a hint of sleazy laughter. "Ahem... little guy, I gave you milk, saved you, and fed you. When you find your mom later, remember to share your food with me too, alright? Heheh..."

"Master Roshi!" Sea Turtle couldn't stand it anymore, covering his face with a flipper. "Can you... can you not say such disgraceful things for your age? He's still a child!"

"What the hell do you, a sea turtle, know? Shut your mouth!" Master Roshi snapped irritably.

"Ding!"

The microwave chimed, signaling it was done heating.

Master Roshi took out the warm milk, thoughtfully inserted the straw, and handed it to Broly, pointing at the straw. "Here, like this. Suck on this tube, and you'll get the tasty milk."

Broly stared at the strange plastic tube, then watched Master Roshi's demonstration, seeming to understand.

He reached out his small hand, clumsily hugging the milk bag that looked huge to him, put the straw in his mouth, and cautiously took a sip.

The warm, milky liquid flowed into his throat—a gentle, sweet taste Broly had never experienced before.

In an instant, Broly's little eyes widened, sparkling with surprise and delight!

"Gulp gulp gulp!"

The next moment, Broly didn't hesitate anymore. He began sucking greedily, his small face brimming with satisfaction and joy.

"Good, right?" Master Roshi watched him eat, cackling smugly, and didn't forget to remind him again, "Remember our deal, share, share!"

Broly couldn't understand any of that. His entire mind was immersed in the delicious milk.

In less than ten seconds, the whole bag of milk was drained clean, not a single drop left.

But for Broly, who had a Saiyan constitution and enormous energy needs, one bag of milk wasn't even an appetizer.

Broly let go of the straw, licked his lips with lingering desire, and pointed at his stomach again, looking at Master Roshi with pleading eyes.

"Still not full?" Master Roshi blinked, scratching his bald head. "There's not much milk left... At your age, you should be able to eat other stuff, right? How about... trying some bread?"

With that, Master Roshi hesitantly took a plastic-wrapped loaf of bread from the fridge and handed it to Broly.

Broly took the bread, didn't even glance at the wrapper, and directly opened his mouth wide—"Ahh-mmm!"—and bit down hard!

He bit off a big chunk, plastic wrapper and all!

"Hey! That's the wrapper! You can't eat that!" Master Roshi yelped, frantically trying to stop him, snatching the tooth-marked plastic from his mouth. Then he tore open the bread's packaging and handed the soft loaf back. "Eat this part inside—it's soft and sweet!"

Broly looked at the unwrapped bread in his hand, hesitated, then stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, swallowing it almost without chewing.

After finishing, Broly's gaze began searching the fridge again.

"Still... still not full?" Master Roshi was dumbfounded.

This time, before Master Roshi could fetch more food.

Broly's eyes had already locked onto a vacuum-packed ham in the corner of the fridge.

The deep red meat had a fatal attraction for him.

Broly reached out his small hand, grabbed the ham—bigger than his face—and without hesitation, bit right into it!

"Hey hey! That wrapper's not edible either!" Master Roshi shouted, trying to stop him.

But Broly seemed to have learned a little. He tore at the tough ham with his teeth, skillfully peeling off the plastic wrapper with his tongue and teeth, then spat it out with a "pfft" onto the floor.

Broly ate with relish, his cheeks bulging, grease smeared all over his little face.

A big chunk of ham quickly disappeared into his small stomach.

Broly patted his still-flat belly, then looked back at the fridge, where the remaining food seemed to beckon him.

For the next half hour.

Master Roshi stood by like a bystander, wide-eyed, watching this little tyke devour everything in his fridge—enough food to last him a whole week—including but not limited to fruit, vegetables, dried fish, leftover fried rice, and a few cans of luncheon meat...

All swept clean!

Throughout the process, Broly displayed an appetite and eating speed completely at odds with his tiny frame.

When Broly finally patted his now-bulging belly with satisfaction, let out a burp that smelled of milk and meat, and then unceremoniously flopped onto the floor.

He fell asleep almost instantly.

By the time Broly was letting out soft, steady snores, Master Roshi was still frozen in place, arm outstretched for the last cookie, utterly dumbstruck.

Master Roshi turned his head in disbelief, staring at the empty fridge—not even a crumb left—then slowly turned back to look at the small figure on the floor, sleeping soundly as if he'd just finished a fun little game.

Master Roshi's mouth twitched, his face a mix of shock, heartache, and a surreal sense of absurdity.

This... this little guy... can really eat!

He's... he's eaten up my whole week's supply!

No wonder his parents abandoned him...

With an appetite like that, even a family with a gold mine would go broke feeding him!

Looking at Broly's innocent sleeping face, Master Roshi's emotions finally condensed into one long, complicated sigh. "Ahh... what a... naive and innocent little kid."

But only he knew how much worry about future food supplies was hidden in that sigh.

What Master Roshi never expected was that from that day onward, this little one named Broly would simply refuse to leave his home.

At first, Master Roshi held onto the idea of "temporarily sheltering him, then sending him off as soon as possible." He actively inquired around nearby islands and through some old friends, hoping to find a kind family—preferably one with decent means—to adopt Broly.

But as time went on, as Master Roshi spent more days with this little one who did nothing but eat, sleep, and sport a tail—who was usually eerily quiet, never crying or fussing, just observing the world with a pair of pure, curious eyes—

a strange bond quietly took root.

That heart of Master Roshi's, seemingly carefree and roguish yet lonely for centuries, was gradually filled by this small life that had stumbled into his world.