...That's it?
Forget it. I hadn't expected him to say anything, anyway. What I made wasn't very tasty to begin with... I only had salt and
a little pepper. What else could I
make?
After we finished eating, Mo Feibai glanced at me, then carried me to a clean room.
"Mom, you can sleep here... I'll be in the room next door."
Well, well! The kid knew that men and women should keep their distance?
I never would've guessed.
Where had he picked up all that common sense? Actually, how did he even know about that?
Sigh... I wonder if Mo Buyan will go crazy when Muto gets back and reports to him.
How did I suddenly end up with such a grown-up son? It feels so strange... For some reason, I feel like I've seen that mouth somewhere before.
I couldn't sleep, so I lay there letting my thoughts wander. Just like that, the night passed.
Over the next few days, I started teaching him how to live like a person. I didn't need to teach him how to put on clothes or anything; mostly, it was about eating. He couldn't eat raw food, and he needed to add
salt. I also taught him how to greet people. Then I found a piece of black cloth and covered his mouth with it. That made him look even more like a person.
After observing how he ate, dressed, and behaved, and examining his fingernails, I asked him about what had happened back then. I
could be sure the kid wasn't my son. More precisely... he wasn't my biological child.
If I were in his place now and saw what had happened back then, I probably would've run away too.
Still... the kid had an impressive amount of determination. He'd run