The smell of goat's milk faintly enveloped the entire tent, and the fire pit in the room was burning warmly. The little boy on the bed held a small porcelain bowl in his hand, and while blowing, he put the bowl to the mouth of the little girl in front of him. "Drink.
Well, it shouldn't be hot anymore." The firelight reflected on his face, and a slight warmth flowed out of his light brown eyes.
Arnold looked at him, opened his mouth obediently and took a sip. In fact, he was quite good. He looked so serious when he helped her blow the goat milk. A child of about ten years old, if he was not born in a not very
A good family must be naughty and go out to have snowball fights now! And he was already dragged out to fight at such a young age.
"Does it taste good?" the boy looked at her expectantly and asked.
Arnold rolled her eyes. Although there was some saliva from you, at least it was goat milk. Since she was hungry, goat milk was delicious. Although she thought so in her heart, she couldn't say it out loud, so she smiled sweetly.
, “Delicious.”
"Really?" A trace of doubt flashed across his face, and he lowered his head and took a sip. "It's no different from ordinary goat milk!"
Of course there was no difference. What difference would there be to a bowl of ordinary goat's milk? She tentatively wanted to reach out and bring the small bowl over, but the little kid obviously didn't intend to let her complete this plan.
"Don't move, I'll feed you." He looked at her seriously, his eyes full of pleasure.
Arnold helplessly continued to cooperate. When will this damn day end? Just as he was thinking, a gust of cold wind came in. Wu Enqi walked in with a thick blanket in his hand and saw the two of them at this time.
He gestured and smiled slightly, "Do you want to bring another bowl of goat's milk?"
The boy glanced at the goat's milk in his hand, which was almost low, and then at the little baby in front of him. "Then bring another bowl!" After thinking about it, it seemed inappropriate, "Why don't you find a stove?
, make a pot of goat's milk to warm, in case she gets hungry at night and has nothing to eat."
Wu Enqi seemed to have never seen such a little boy before. He was stunned for a moment and then nodded in agreement with a smile. He put the blanket in his hand on the bed, folded it into a small quilt, and then exited the tent.
Arnold only thought that this little boy had the potential to be a wet nurse. She had not yet decided whether to spend the night in this tent, but it had already been arranged for her. When she first arrived, the man named Zhenjin clearly said that he would take care of him, but he did not say so.
So he threw her to him.
"Here, drink this goat's milk. If it's not enough, there will be more later."
Although Arnold was dissatisfied, after all, this was someone else's territory. People had to bow their heads under the eaves, so he drank the rest of the goat's milk obediently, turned over and climbed onto the blanket to sit down. He patted his belly with his little hand.
, "Arnold is full, Arnold is full."
The little boy put the empty bowl in his hand on the small table next to the bed, "Your name is Arnold?"
"Well, my name is Arnold. My father and mother both call me that." Arnold nodded and replied seriously.
"Then how come you came back with Zhenjin?" The little boy seemed to be interested, his eyes full of curiosity.
Arnold didn't know how to answer this. If he told him everything, would he be killed by him? After all, his father was at war with the Mongols, and he was now a hostage! What should he do? What should he do?
Fool the suspicious and precocious little kid in front of you?