The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Chapter 68 My Aunt Isn't an Aunt Anymore 2

Feige woke up; it was dawn; another day had begun.

"You lunatic, get up!"

Feige walked to the edge of the small couch and kicked Qin Feng.

Opening his eyes and seeing Fei Ge beside him, Qin Feng perked up.

"Get up and cook."

"it is good"

Qin Feng jumped up in one go.

Feige opened the door and came out, only to hear wails coming from the next room.

Feige opened the door and saw the child on the bed screaming in pain.

The door opened, and he saw Feige.

"Aunt, I was wrong, I was really wrong, it hurts so much, Aunt, it really hurts so much!"

Feige walked over, tapped his back, costing one energy point, and his back was healed.

Feeling much better, the child was energetic again. How could Feige let him off the hook? That was impossible. She tapped the child's legs twice, and the child couldn't stand up.

"Aunt, why can't I move my legs?"

The child started yelling again.

"Oh, that's perfect, then you can't go out and mess around anymore,"

Just lie there and be good. You want to get out? No way.

In the kitchen, Qin Feng was cooking.

"I don't want porridge, I want stir-fried vegetables and steamed rice!" Fei Ge shouted.

Qin Feng, who was originally going to cook porridge, quickly scooped out several more bowls of rice.

While cooking rice, I stir-fried vegetables: twice-cooked pork, shredded pork with garlic sauce, and cucumber and pork slice soup. There were cucumbers and lean meat in the refrigerator.

The meal was ready quickly.

Feige sat down to eat, saying, "Take it to the child; if they don't want to eat, fine."

Qin Feng stood up, took the bowl inside,

The child had been hungry for a day and a night, and his eyes lit up when he saw the food.

"Eat up, your aunt has had a hard life, be good."

The child held the bowl and ate heartily, tears streaming down his face.

Qin Feng watched the child eat, then went outside.

"Have you eaten?" Feige asked.

"have eaten"

Qin Feng sat down to eat.

Today is Friday. The original owner's youngest daughter is coming home. She will go to school on Sunday. She is 13 years old.

"it is good"

Feige is full.

"After you've eaten, come with me for a bit."

"it is good"

Qin Feng quickly finished washing the dishes and went out with Fei Ge.

Feige went to the market, bought some vegetables, and then went home.

She wouldn't sell breakfast.

It was already noon when I got home; the round trip took two hours on foot.

"Cook," Feige said before going back inside.

"it is good"

Qin Feng went to cook.

"Master, could you get the child a wheelchair? Otherwise, it's disgusting that he has to eat, drink, and relieve himself in bed every day."

Feige opened the door and came out.

"I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back."

Feige disappeared as soon as she finished speaking.

She went to the health product store, chose a better wheelchair, and then went home.

When Qin Feng got home, he had already prepared the meal.

Feige gently knocked on the child's door.

The child saw her and called her "Auntie".

Of course, there was resentment and anger.

Feige didn't care.

"Here, this wheelchair I bought for you is yours from now on. Of course, you can also push it out for fun."

The child's eyes turned green with rage; he was furious.

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this. It's all your fault."

Feige slapped him across the face.

"Blame me? Do you even deserve it? Without me, you would have starved to death long ago. And you say I'm not your parents? All these years, where have they been? Have they ever cared for you? Huh? Have they ever cared for you? I've worked from dawn till dusk every day, and what have I gotten in return? Nothing. No, I have gotten something: you, you ungrateful wretch, you ungrateful wretch, you damn ungrateful wretch who can't be tamed!"

*Slap*, another slap, and then Feige left.

As I walked to the table, my stomach started growling loudly.

"Put the food out, I'm hungry."

"it is good"

Qin Feng brought out the food.

Feige ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Go, take it to the child. If they don't want to eat it, fine."

"it is good"

Inside the room, the child, knocked unconscious by two slaps, saw Qin Feng enter and yelled, "What are you doing here? Came to laugh at me? Get out!"

Fei Ge heard this, went over, and pulled Qin Feng out.

"Then you might as well just wait to starve to death. Dying would be the end of it, but I don't know if you have the courage to do it."

The two returned to the table.

"Eat it, or don't eat it. Fine, I'm not going to bother with him anymore. He's spoiled rotten."

Feige held the bowl and began to eat heartily.

Then she threw the child's bowl directly into the trash can.

"Fine, don't eat then, damn it."

Feige finished eating and went straight back to her room. Qin Feng sighed, washed the dishes, and went back to his room. Feige was already asleep on the bed.

Qin Feng had nothing to do, so he went to the living room and started watching TV. He saw a button on the side, pressed it, and the TV turned on, playing "Golden Wedding."

Qin Feng watched with great interest, finding it very interesting, and before he knew it, the afternoon had passed.

The door opened, and the little girl walked in. "Uncle, who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

The little girl looked wary.

"Master, the little girl is back."

Feige opened her eyes and got up.

When I opened the door, I saw a lucky little girl.

"Mom," the little girl called out.

"You're back! Are you hungry?"

"hungry"

"Fengzi, go cook."

Qin Feng stood up to cook.

"Mom, who is this uncle?" the little girl asked curiously.