Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

After so many years, this poem is still very realistic.

Pushing open the door of the orphanage, the three returning people were immediately warmly welcomed.

No, to be precise, what they were carrying in their hands was warmly welcomed.

Mo Ye carried two sacks, one of which had "noodles" printed on it, and the other with "rice" printed on it, each of which looked to weigh seventy or eighty pounds.

At least it seemed to the children who greeted them, who had not seen such a large bag of food in a long time.

It's just that the raw materials in the sack are obviously not enough to cause a huge sensation.

What caused a stir was the bun in a translucent plastic bag that Mo Xie tied to his wrist.

For those who have experienced hunger for a long time, or who have not starved but have little to eat, the sight of food is an indescribable emotion.

It's like a fire in your body, and the only thing that can extinguish it is the food in front of you.

It doesn't matter if the food is hot or cold, clean or dirty.

"Buns!"

I don't know who made the first sound, and immediately after, a large group of children surrounded Mo Ye.

These were just children gathered in the foyer, and with this seemingly magical shout, more children poured out of the side door.

The first floor is the common room, where the younger children of the orphanage spend most of the day in the first floor.

The older children are mostly upstairs, either in their rooms or in the library on the third floor, where books donated in the past have been received from people from all walks of life.

However, a guy like Mo Xie can count the number of times he goes to the third floor to read a book on one hand.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

was surrounded at the first time, and looking at Mo Ye's helpless appearance, Aunt Wang and Xiaomei warned this group of children together.

"Don't grab it! Wait until we put it down! If you want to eat steamed buns, there are still a few boxes outside! Don't grab it!"

Aunt Wang's hands are not free, Mo Xie is carrying grain on her shoulders, and Aunt Wang and Xiaomei are carrying oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in their hands.

Of course, the grain Mo Xie was carrying on his shoulders was only a small part of the goods that came in this time.

More stuff is still on the car outside.

That's right, because the three of them bought a little harder, the supermarket people helped to call a car for them, and even because the amount they paid for the goods was more, the fare when they came back was also discounted because of the supermarket.

"Oh~!"

The children who had gathered around and blocked the way of the three of them were scattered in an instant, and they rushed to the door.

If you don't get it right, you might get a stampede......

Mo Xie glanced at Aunt Wang worriedly, he had already dispersed his senses, and once something bad happened in the corridor, he would rescue people as soon as possible.

"Don't care, these children are a little wild, weren't you like this back then~"

Glancing at the plastic bag on Mo Ye's wrist that only had the remains left, Aunt Wang forcibly explained.

These sturdy children directly ripped off the bag of buns, and only a few seconds later, if Mo Xie wanted to get the buns back, the only option left was to wash the stomach of the bear children......

Oh, my God......

These are frozen buns bought from the supermarket......

The one that hasn't thawed yet......

Mo Ye was embarrassed by this, but after the shame, he pondered.

What kind of person can swallow a bun like an ice cube in a matter of seconds without even chewing much?

Is it the one who sets or holds some Guinness World Records?

Is it some hidden master with special functions?

Are they the people who have to live in the snow because they live in extreme cold?

The people who swallowed such buns were still just children, like fake children, and the tallest of them was not even Mo Ye's waist.

Their throats are immature, and there is not a single part of them that is not immature.

Mo Xie really couldn't think of anything more poignant than this scene of devouring frozen buns.

A tragedy does not always mean that people will see blood and torture, crying, and seeing miserable whiteness, on the contrary, even if Mo Ye hears the cheerful laughter of children now, and sees the figures of children jumping and running towards the door, what he feels is no different from watching a tragedy full of crying and whiteness.

The emotions derived from the tragedy are negative, especially the tragedy that is actually happening around you.

"Boom!"

Leaning the rice bag and flour bag on his shoulder directly against the wall, the scene in front of him made Mo Ye unable to sit back and watch any longer.

"Click!"

First, he used his mental power to close the door of the van parked in front of the orphanage from a distance of almost twenty meters, and Mo Xie ran out after the pace of the children.

"Stop!"

Mo Ye's speed was so fast that even Xiaomei and Aunt Wang, who were standing beside him and watching him before, didn't catch his movements.

Aunt Wang was okay, she could at least convince herself that her eyes were presbyopia, and Xiaomei almost exclaimed.

What she saw was Mo Ye's person flashed for a moment, and then the figure that was still standing in front of her just now appeared at the door.

"Stop!"

Standing in front of the van, he pulled away a few children who were quick to reach out to the car door, and Mo Ye yelled loudly.

His voice was like a thunderbolt in the ground.

At least that sounded like it sounded to the children he stopped.

The yelling was useful, and the children who were shouting, noisy, pushing and pushing to the cart loaded with food were suddenly stopped.

They stopped their movements and looked at the unkind-looking man who made such a loud voice with a look of horror.

“……”

The horror on his immature face made Mo Ye unable to say a word of reproach, his lips trembled, what qualification did he have to scold these children?

"What are you doing?!"

Mo Xie's voice was so loud that there was no reason why the people in the room couldn't hear it, Xiaomei also ran over, and she looked at Mo Xie with a nervous expression.

The man's face was full of anger, and he looked terrifying.

"They're just kids! What are you yelling at them?"

Xiaomei misunderstood the source of Mo Xie's anger.

What Mo Xie was angry about was definitely not what these children did, even if these children robbed him of his money and clothes at that time, he would not be angry.

That kind of thing, just laugh it off.

It's just that this scene in front of me is by no means something to laugh at.

Someone has to come out and take responsibility for what happened here, what happened before.

Mo Ye, who was born in science, is very straightforward in his thinking

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