Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Chapter 931 Finding Foster Parents

After searching for a long time, the Song family found nothing and gathered together dejectedly.

Last time, they also thought Song Xiaming was lost, but the Song family's feelings were completely different now. Last time, they thought it would be better if he were dead, since there was no hope for the future anyway. This time, they are filled with fear and anxiety.

Lately, the Song family has been leisurely waiting at home for food and money to come in. The rent has been paid, and they are no longer worried about survival.

All of this is because of Song Xiaming's "ambition".

Without Song Xiaming, how will they survive?

"My dear great-grandson, where are you? This family is counting on you." Song Fusheng's worried gaze searched through the vast expanse of snow.

Song Qimu plopped down on the snow, resting his head on his hand and sighing.

"Alas, good days don't last long. It's only been a few days, and now it's all gone."

"I'm afraid she's been kidnapped." Madam Lin said angrily, "Either she's kidnapped to beg, or she's kidnapped to be her son. Those heartless bastards, couldn't they have been born to beg themselves? Why did they have to steal someone else's offspring?"

Then she started blaming her family: "Two grown men, they didn't even bother to order anything, they just wanted to stay home and eat whatever was served. Now look what's happened, they've disappeared, they're all going to starve."

Song Qitu slapped him across the face.

"You dare to lecture men? Don't you know your own character? Why didn't you say that Xia Ming's disappearance was your fault?"

"Alright, alright, what's all this arguing about at a time like this? You're all such a handful. If it weren't for this old man, this family would have fallen apart long ago," Song Fusheng said, quite annoyed.

"They might have gone far, and maybe they'll find their way back. Let's go back and wait."

Now the Song family no longer had the energy to search, so they returned to their rented house, all listless and with gloomy expressions.

Song Qimu went to buy food. He could have avoided having to use his money, but now that Song Xiaming was gone, the little savings he had painstakingly accumulated were about to be spent.

Song Fusheng puffed on his pipe, looking quite annoyed.

Song Xiaming hadn't had such a peaceful sleep in a long time, and when he woke up the next morning, he was still savoring the memory.

A soft, warm bed, and a heater to hold while sleeping, still warm in the morning.

Unlike in the rented house in the Song family's house, where I would wake up several times a night from the cold.

The door to the room opened, and family members brought in breakfast: red date milk, lean meat porridge, and a steamed chicken leg.

Once the servants left, Song Xiaming practically pounced on them, grabbed a chicken leg, and stuffed it into his mouth.

He finished the chicken leg in no time, and then sucked on the bones with lingering relish.

Qiao Xi'er stood at the door, watching this scene with eyes full of tenderness and pity.

In this world, some children enjoy all the love and pampering of their parents and are carefree from birth, like her Xi'er.

Some children have been living a life of hardship since they were three years old, worrying about even a bite to eat.

When Song Xiaming saw Qiao Xier, he blinked and put down the lean meat porridge he had already picked up.

"Madam, I'm full."

Qiao Xi'er felt a little guilty; she shouldn't have disturbed the child's meal.

He went inside, picked up the lean meat porridge, and used a spoon to feed it to Song Xiaming.

"Don't be shy. Now you can just stay here in peace. Lord Mu went to the Ministry of Revenue to post notices and see if anyone would adopt you. Of course, you have to meet the requirements and have a good family background. We can't let you live a hard life."

Song Xiaming nodded gently, his eyes filled with tears, as he looked at Qiao Xier.

"Madam, are there really parents in this world better than you?"

"Yes, of course there is. Xia Ming, don't overthink it. Wait until we find someone suitable for you before you leave. If we don't find someone for the time being, we'd rather you stay a little longer. Since you've come to us, we have to take responsibility for you."

Qiao Xi'er felt that the child was not even four years old, yet he was already a bit sentimental.

Of course, this is his experience, which brought him existential anxiety.

She fed him the bowl of porridge spoonful by spoonful, and then handed the milk to Song Xiaming.

"Drinking this will make your body grow faster and you won't get sick as easily."

After finishing his milk, Song Xiaming thought of his family.

He was supposed to deliver the food back home yesterday at noon, but he was kidnapped by that damned beggar.

“Madam, I have some friends I know who are also hungry. I’d like to bring them something to eat,” Song Xiaming said, bowing his head.

"Then they were with you too—" Qiao Xi'er paused before saying the next two words: "Begging?"

"Yes, I'm usually with them, but I got separated from them yesterday and that's why the big beggar grabbed me."

“Then I’ll have a few people go with you, so you won’t get bullied,” Qiao Xi’er said.

Song Xiaming shook his head: "No, they are very timid. They are often beaten and scolded. If they find someone following me, they will definitely run far away."

"But how can I feel at ease if you're alone? What if something happens to you on the road?"

Song Xiaming thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Madam? Have them take me to a place and wait for me there. I'll walk the rest of the way myself."

Are you sure the rest of the road is safe?

“I’ve seen that big beggar before; that’s not his area.”

"Okay, then come back soon."

Qiao Xi'er had the cook prepare food and a silver ingot, and gave instructions to several of her subordinates.

Watching the person being sent away, Qiao Xier entered Mu Ranxi's room and looked at her daughter, who was still fast asleep, sleeping so peacefully that even her dreams were sweet.

She couldn't help but lean down and press her face against her daughter's.

"Xi'er, just grow up happily, and your mother will protect you."

Upon arriving at a certain place, Song Xiaming told his men to wait for him. Then, carrying a food basket, he wandered through two more alleys before finally finding the small courtyard.

The Song family went out to look for him again, but still couldn't find Song Xiaming.

The family became even more panicked.

"Report it to the authorities, we must report it to the authorities! Such a good child, we absolutely cannot let anyone take advantage of him," Song Qimu said.

"I'm going to report this to the authorities." Song Qitu rushed out of the courtyard.

Upon seeing the figure at the door, Song Qitu shouted, excited and thrilled.

"Xia Ming is back."

The whole family rushed out.

The Song family noticed that Song Xiaming had changed into a clean set of clothes made of excellent, thick silk fabric. He was wearing a tiger-head hat and a pair of velvet shoes embroidered with silver thread.

They were stunned.

In addition, the food box that Song Xiaming was carrying was made of sandalwood and had exquisite carvings.

Then, Song Xiaming took out a silver ingot from his pocket, which weighed at least ten taels.

This was the most extravagant one ever.

"Xia Ming, which family gave you this? They're so generous." Song Fusheng thought that Song Xia Ming had hit the jackpot.