What should I do if my son is hungry?

What do children this big eat?

An Xiang was confused. After all, she had been taking care of her children since they were born, so it could be said that she had no parenting experience.

An Xiang scratched her head in distress, took out her mobile phone and opened Baidu, and her fingertips skillfully typed on the keyboard - [What should young children eat?]

Just when he was about to search, An wanted to delete it word by word with a frown.

No, my son has half vampire genes in his body, so what should a child who is a hybrid of human and vampire eat...

Hair, hair and blood?

Duck, duck blood vermicelli soup?

Woo, she's hungry too.

An Xiang felt his empty stomach, which had not been filled with water or rice all day long. He lay listlessly and wilted on the short table next to him.

It is so difficult to raise a son.

She sighed, forced herself to sit up, and prepared to continue searching.

"Well……"

A slight moan came from beside him, and An Xiang jumped over in excitement. He looked at An Zimo who had been sleeping on the bed for several hours. He kept his mouth shut and said a little aggrievedly: "Momo, you're awake, mom is so worried."

you."

An Zimo felt weak all over and glanced at An Xiang lightly, then quickly looked away.

Gulu.

My stomach was ringing even louder than before.

An Zimo was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to glare at his enemy.

"Momo, are you hungry?" An wanted to bite her lip, "But I don't know what you eat..."

An Zimo said nothing.

An thought about it for a long time, and finally made up her mind, walked up to him, unbuttoned two buttons on the collar, and put her neck over, "Baby, do you want to take a few sips?"

"...?"

"…………??"

Two puffs?

An Zimo's eyes widened and his face turned red instantly.

How could someone of his age still drink breast milk? It’s simply demeaning!!!

"Go away!! This is inappropriate!" An Zimo protested fiercely to An Xiang, but his milky voice was soft and waxy, and because of the cold, he didn't sound intimidating at all, more like a baby acting coquettishly towards his mother.

Facing the cute and serious face in front of her, An Xiang's heart suddenly turned into a puddle of water.

Not to mention just blood, I want to give my son my life!

"I'm your mother, there's nothing inappropriate or inappropriate." An wanted to pull the collar wider, "Come on, come on, suck it in quickly, you're welcome."

An Zimo is about to explode.

"Go away! Go away quickly!"

"No, just don't! Don't come near me!"

An Zimo reacted violently, and his ears turned red as if they were dripping blood.

Not to mention that he is almost four years old now, even if he is one year old or one month old, he will not let this annoying woman breastfeed!

An Xiang tilted her head, wondering why her son was so resistant.

[Don’t vampire hybrids like sucking blood?]

[Or maybe the son thinks her blood smells bad?]

[Understood, my son may not want to suck blood from the aorta.]

An thought about it a thousand times, and every word of his heart was poured into An Zimo's ears.

His expression was even more frightened than before, his face turned red and white, then turned red, and finally he was just confused.

What else is this woman thinking about?

What kind of vampire, what kind of aorta, is she crazy?

An Zimo was not surprised that his mother had a mental illness. The woman was paranoid and violent, and often talked to herself alone.

He couldn't stay with her, absolutely not.

An Zimo gradually calmed down and said expressionlessly: "I want to eat."

"Food?" An Xiang tilted her head again, showing a sweet and harmless smile, "It doesn't matter, you can treat mom as your food."

The light above his head was dim. In this small room, An Zimo did not feel that the smile in front of him was very healing. Instead, the flickering light gave off a strange eerie feeling.

An Zimo felt a chill go down his spine for no reason, and he said bravely: "Just a little food for everyone." His complaisant look was not as fierce and arrogant as before.

An Zimo was really afraid, not of death, but of torture.

This room was old and cramped, and it was dark outside the window and no stars could be seen. He didn't know where he was or what he would face next.

Maybe this mentally disturbed mother sold him to an organ dealer.

An Zimo is not pessimistic, but is accustomed to preparing for the worst.

"Okay." An wanted to nod, "Then I'll buy it now." She didn't like to force her child, since he didn't want to suck blood, she wouldn't suck it. More importantly, she was also hungry.

An wanted to fasten the buttons again, but under An Zimo's shocked gaze, he took out a folding knife from his backpack and stuffed it into his jeans.

Aware of her son's eyes, An wanted to take the opportunity to educate her: "You must protect yourself when you go out. There are many bad people."

"..."

You are the fucking worst person!!

An Zimo suddenly became tired and lay on the bed, not even bothering to open his eyes.

After being fully prepared, An wanted to get ready to go out, but she was still a little worried. She turned back to An Zimo and said, "Mom, just leave for a moment. You must not run out, you know?"

"Yeah." An Zimo responded perfunctorily.

"It's really not safe outside. It's dark and there are big bad wolves. You must be good."

"Know."

He agreed simply, but An Xiang still felt unsure.

"I'm hungry, you go quickly."

An Zimo began to urge, and An Xiang took one last look at him, opened the door and left.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and when they completely disappeared outside the room, An Zimo quickly jumped up from the bed. Only then did he realize that he was wearing An Xiang's T-shirt, his buttocks were empty, and he felt particularly uncomfortable.

An Zimo struggled internally for a few seconds, and finally put aside his shame temporarily, put on his shoes, picked up his wallet on the table, moved a small stool to the door, unscrewed the door and slipped out deftly.

An Zimo knew that it was not safe to leave alone. An ordinary child would definitely be easily trafficked.

But he is not an ordinary child. He has enough IQ and strategy to survive. Even if there is a long and difficult road ahead, he will go through it alone!

"Ah, Momo, why are you down here?"

"..."

"...?"

"...!!!"

An Zimo, who was standing at the intersection before he had time to break out, faced An Xiang who was at the bottom of the stairs and was deeply shocked.

The mother and son were facing each other up and down, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence.

An Xiang lowered his eyes and locked his eyes on the off-white wallet in those small hands.

An Zimo took a breath and unconsciously tightened the hand holding the wallet behind his little hand.

It's over, it was discovered so quickly.

An thought he would definitely not let him go.

An Zimo remembered that when he was five years old, he fell in love with a mecha animation and had a special liking for the toys in it. He wanted to own them, but was severely criticized by his mother. That day he stole money for the first time, just to buy the toys he wanted to own.

s things.

As you can imagine, his mother smashed the TV, cracked the toys, and locked him in the closet all day.

An Zimo's throat was tight. He thought he wouldn't care if he died once, but he was still afraid, afraid of An thinking about this name, afraid of this face, afraid of his childhood, and even more afraid of memories.

It was a curse, and he couldn't escape it at all.

An Xiang leaned closer and tapped the little hand behind him with her fingertips: "Is that my wallet?"

An Zimo gritted his teeth and said nothing.
To be continued...