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Where did this kid come from?

Although the child was wearing plain clothes, his face had fair, smooth and delicate skin, and he did not look like he came from a poor family.

Song Yan was puzzled and asked the uncle at the wonton stall without hope: "Uncle, whose child is this?"

The old man was busy cooking wontons. He took the time to look back, but without seeing it clearly, he said, "It might be a kid from the neighborhood."

Song Yan looked at the child and asked, "Little sister, where are your parents?"

The child suddenly glared at him, and said in a tender voice with a hint of displeasure: "Uncle, I'm a boy! Not a little sister!"

Eh? Isn't this a little girl?

Song Yan was stunned and looked at the child again. He had hair tied into two small corners, delicate eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. He looked so handsome that it was difficult to tell his gender for a moment.

Song Yan burst out laughing and quickly apologized: "Oh, sorry, little brother, I made a mistake."

The child didn't seem to care about this little episode. His eyes swept around the wonton stall and finally stopped on the steaming pot.

Song Yan noticed the child's gaze and asked, "Little brother, are you hungry? Do you want a bowl of wontons?"

The child swallowed, nodded, and added modestly, "I don't eat coriander."

Song Yan secretly complained in her heart, this child is really picky about food.

This made Song Yan think of someone who didn't eat coriander like him.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the child's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Shu Changyu.

Song Yan didn't think much about it. After all, at Shu Changyu's age, it was impossible for him to have a child that big.

He turned to the old man and said, "Uncle, please give this child a bowl of wontons without coriander and chopped green onions."

The old man responded with a smile, and his hands kept moving. He skillfully scooped up the wontons and poured hot soup on them. A bowl of steaming and fragrant wontons was ready.

The old man handed the wonton to the child, and reminded him: "Be careful, it's hot."

The child took the bowl, blew away the hot air carefully, and then began to eat in small bites. The whole process did not make any sound, and it was obvious that he was a well-educated child.

Song Yan sat next to him, watching the child eating in a gentle and elegant manner. She couldn't help but wonder about the child's identity: "Little brother, what's your name? Why are you here alone?"

The child looked up at Song Yan, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "My name is Little Pomegranate."

As he spoke, his eyes were moistened by the mist and turned slightly red: "My father is gone, my mother..."

Song Yan then thought that the child’s family might have been wealthy, but his father died in an accident, causing the family to fall into poverty.

The child had just taken a few bites when an anxious voice called out from not far away: "Young Master!"

Then, a mean-looking old lady appeared at the wonton stall with two little girls who looked like maids.

As soon as they saw the little pomegranate, the anxiety on their faces immediately turned into surprise.

"Young Master, why are you here? Come back with me."

The child's face changed slightly and he immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks.

Seeing the wontons on the table, the old lady glared and said, "How can you eat food from outside?"

Little Pomegranate stammered, "But I'm hungry."

The old lady still insisted: "You can't eat unclean things outside."

The old lady at the wonton stall was so angry that she was shaking: "Stop slandering people, our wontons are all freshly made, how can they not be clean?"

The old maid frowned and said, "Our young master is of noble status. If he gets sick from eating, you won't be able to pay for it even with your lives."

The wonton seller said in a friendly voice: "We have been selling wontons here for decades, and we have never heard of anyone getting sick from eating them."

Song Yan rolled her eyes and said, "Auntie, if you keep yelling, yell louder so that everyone in the county will know that you are abusing your master."

The old lady immediately looked up and found that there were many onlookers around.

This is how ordinary people are, they go wherever there is excitement.

The old nanny's eyes were cold and sharp as she swept them towards Song Yan.

Facing the old nanny's threatening eyes, Song Yan showed no fear at all and said loudly: "Your young master can't even get enough food at home. He is so hungry that he can only squat on the roadside and drool."

Little Pomegranate muttered softly: "I'm not drooling."

Song Yan ignored him and continued, "Look, your young master is as thin as a bamboo pole. Do you still dare to say that you didn't abuse him?"

The old lady was so angry that her face turned blue, but she didn't dare to lose her temper in front of everyone. She could only grit her teeth and whisper, "How dare you talk nonsense, you ignorant person."

The maid who came with him whispered softly, "Madame Zheng, you should take the young master back first. There's no point in wasting your time and energy on such a lowly person."

If you want to teach them a lesson, it’s just a matter of words.

Song Yan frowned. The little maid looked gentle and virtuous, but her condescending attitude and contemptuous tone made people feel particularly uncomfortable.

Madam Zheng immediately put away her vicious expression, glared at Song Yan fiercely, then turned to Little Pomegranate and said, "Young Master, let's go back."

Little Pomegranate looked back at Song Yan, then followed the old nanny back.

When they returned to the house, Madam Zheng scolded them with a stern face, "Young Prince, you are still in mourning, how can you eat meat casually?"

Little Pomegranate was King Hui who was only five years old. Because he was the sixteenth child, his nickname was also "Pomegranate".

The young prince lowered his eyes and said with a gloomy face: "But I am very hungry."

Madam Zheng couldn't help herself and pinched his arm. There was not much respect in her tone: "If someone finds out and files a complaint, even those of us who serve you will be punished."

You have to know that the new emperor has no brotherly love, and he doesn't like his brothers.

Even the money for building the mansion has not been approved yet, so the young prince can only squeeze into the third courtyard with a group of servants, and it is difficult for them to even turn around.

When the late emperor was still alive, their little prince had never suffered such injustice.

Seeing the little prince's face wrinkled in pain, Madam Zheng advised him kindly: "Little prince, just bear with it for a while, you will be able to eat meat in a few months."

Because he was still in mourning, the little prince had not eaten meat for two months and only ate simple meals every day.

The adults could still hold back, but the little prince was only five years old, how could he hold back?

Today the little prince clamored to go to the street, saying that he wanted to inspect his fiefdom.

Nanny Zheng couldn't persuade him, so she had to take him out.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around in the crowded street, the little prince was gone. Madam Zheng was almost scared to death.

Fortunately, there were always guards following the young prince, so he didn't get lost.

Nanny Zheng was led by the guards to find the little prince, and discovered that he was secretly eating wontons. How could Nanny Zheng not be angry?

Madam Zheng threatened him, "Young Prince, if you continue like this, I will not serve you anymore."

The little prince's eyes were red, and he said pitifully: "Mammy, I was wrong. I will never steal food again."

At this time, at the wonton stall, after the old lady and others left, the crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed.

Song Yan paid the bill for three bowls of wontons and apologized to the elderly couple who owned the stall.

Although the old couple didn't say anything to complain, they could hardly hide the worry in their eyes.

It was clearly he who treated the children to wontons, but in the end the stall owner suffered an unexpected disaster. Song Yan felt a little guilty.

He just saw that the child was greedy, so he treated him to a bowl of wontons. Who could have thought that something bad would happen after eating.

Song Yan came to the Thanos Gang and mentioned the matter to Brother Ying, asking the members of the Thanos Gang to keep an eye on the wonton stall and help stop anyone if they were causing trouble.

Brother Ying has always disliked those high-ranking officials and nobles who bully others by taking advantage of their power. When he heard this, he immediately agreed.

"Even an old lady is so arrogant, what a bunch of bastards who rely on the power of others!"