Do you also want to adopt Doro?

After eating a few oranges, Huang Musong was no longer so hungry, and it was exactly nine o'clock in the evening.

The rain is still falling outside, but it doesn't affect the basement.

Because the basement rooms have no windows.

For successful people, 9 p.m. is just the beginning of their nightlife. But Huang Musong is a corporate slave and a migrant worker in Beijing, which means he has to go to bed by 9 p.m.

Tomorrow is Monday, I need to get up early and commute to work.

Perhaps it's because I was too tired today.

After washing up, Huang Musong lay down and immediately fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Doro moves a little slowly; it takes it a while to wash up.

My dirty hair is now clean and smooth.

Then Doro put the dirty clothes into a basin of water to soak.

Doro planned to wash his own dirty clothes and Huang Musong's clothes together after he woke up tomorrow.

While doing these things, because Huang Musong was already asleep, Duoluo was worried about waking him up, so he tiptoed around and acted furtively.

By 9:30, Doraemon was so sleepy that he couldn't stop yawning. Then, he turned off the light and quietly curled up next to Huang Musong.

A human bed, so soft and cozy!

It's very close to people, and their body temperature is so warm!

The unprecedented sense of security made Doraemon close his eyes contentedly, and soon he began to snore sweetly.

...

This night marked the beginning of the story.

People can't provide Doraemon with a very comfortable life right now; Doraemon can only give people an Ou Runji.

But so what?

They have shared their best with each other.

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The next day, at five o'clock.

As the sun rises and the sky turns a pale white, the early summer morning air is slightly cool after a rain.

According to his usual routine, Huang Musong would get up at 5:30 a.m. sharp and rush to the breakfast stall before 6 a.m. to buy a cup of hot soy milk and a pancake.

But today the situation is different.

As soon as the alarm rang at five o'clock, Huang Musong opened his eyes and was surprised to smell a strong aroma of noodles.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Turn over and lie on your side.

I happened to see Doraemon's back.

Doro was bent over, its body hunched over in front of the electric griddle. With a gentle flick of its spatula, the edge of the egg curled up slightly. Inside the pan, oil splattered and popped, the sizzling sound crisp and clear in the quiet room.

Squeak squeak...

The hot oil sizzled and popped.

The aroma of fried eggs immediately filled the entire small house.

Hearing a faint sound behind him, Doro realized that someone had woken up and turned to look at the bed.

Hey~.

Doro first gave an incredibly innocent, silly laugh.

Then, Doraemon stared at Huang Musong, maintaining his silly smile, and asked, "Human, you're finally awake! Look, guess what good thing I found?"

"It's an egg!"

Doraemon's silly grin gradually turned into a smug, boastful expression.

Huang Musong, however, looked very puzzled.

egg……

In my small house, there are only boxes of instant noodles and flatbreads. Where would I get eggs?

He was curious about where Doraemon produced the eggs.

Seeing the human's confused reaction, Doro became even happier and incredibly proud: "Human, while you were still asleep, I went out for a stroll. Don't worry, I didn't go to the surface, I just walked around underground, because there are bad dogs outside in the early morning."

"While wandering around, I discovered a blue box nearby that could refresh the menu for delicious eggs."

"I know you happen to have oil at home; fried eggs are very nutritious!"

After speaking, Doro turned off the electric griddle, picked up chopsticks, and placed the fried egg into a bowl.

Doro didn't want to waste the oil from frying the eggs, so he scooped it up with a small spoon.

It adds hot oil to the boiling, bubbling electric noodle cooker.

Instant noodles can hardly be considered a gourmet food.

Hot oil was added, and there seemed to be some bread crumbs floating on the surface of the noodle soup, creating a truly bizarre dish!

Even though Huang Musong had to cut back on food and clothing, he had never eaten anything like this before.

To be honest, Doro's instant noodles are pretty much like swill.

However, Huang Musong only stated the facts in his mind; he could understand Doraemon's perception of food.

In Doro's view, as long as there is food, he doesn't care about the taste.

Being alive is more important than anything else!

Taking the instant noodles with egg from Duo Luo, Huang Musong ate them in big mouthfuls, forcing himself to swallow all the oily soup as well.

Originally, Doro was quite worried that people wouldn't like the breakfast she cooked herself.

As it turned out, the person was enjoying the meal immensely.

Doro's lips curled up uncontrollably, and he laughed in a silly way, making people want to laugh along with him.

After finishing his meal, Huang Musong put down his chopsticks and quickly began to get dressed.

A new day begins, time to go to work, and I need to wear clean clothes.

The plastic box under the bed was where he specifically stored his clean clothes.

Seeing someone getting dressed, Doraemon quickly slurped up a few mouthfuls of noodles and then ate the remaining half of the fried egg.

"Shall we go out?"

Doro's face bulged, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's as he chewed, and he asked hesitantly.

After getting dressed, Huang Musong patted its head, gave a simple "hmm," and then stuffed the things he needed for work into his backpack.

Just before leaving the house,

Huang Musong remembered the eggs again.

So he looked at Doraemon and questioned him about the origin of the eggs.

Doro didn't hide anything and answered in detail, saying that it was found in a plastic basket a dozen meters away to the right of the door.

Huang Musong knew that the plastic basket belonged to his neighbor, Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu works as a sanitation worker.

The two eggs, worth about two yuan, should be returned to them.

I'll bring Aunt Liu a bag of apples when I get off work!

Given Aunt Liu's kind and warm-hearted nature, she would probably never accept money for just two eggs.

After thinking about this,

Huang Musong was already dressed neatly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw that Doraemon was also quickly getting dressed.

Uh……

I'm going to work!

Would it be inconvenient to carry a Doraemon around while working?

Given my current work situation, I definitely won't have time to take care of Doraemon during work hours.

Therefore, Huang Musong did not plan to take it with him when he went out.

But they won't just leave Doraemon to his own devices.

Huang Musong took the tablet out of his backpack, opened the music app, and clicked on the sequential playback function.

"Dora".

"I'm going to work today, so it's inconvenient for me to take you with me."

"You stay home, I'll play some music for you. Around noon, someone will knock on the door and bring you lunch. I'll definitely be back before dark, with even better food."

Gently rubbing Doro's head, Huang Musong smiled and offered tender comfort.

Upon learning that the person was going to work, Doro couldn't understand what work meant; it was only worried that the person would abandon it.

Hearing the second half of the sentence, "They will definitely come back," Doro breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But it is still very worried!

Her clear, large eyes began to well up with wet tears.

More than worrying, Doro didn't want anyone to worry about it. So, suppressing its tears, Doro nodded vigorously to Huang Musong.

"Hmm~"

It was afraid that saying a few more words would cause it to burst into tears.

Doraemon quickly turned his back.

Huang Musong felt a lump in his throat from Duoluo's sensible behavior.

Unfortunately, there was really no other way!

Outside the basement, there were stray dogs on the street. If Doraemon was let out during the day, it would definitely be attacked by them if it was out alone.

The best solution right now is to let Doraemon stay alone in the basement room for a day.

As for tomorrow...

When it's lunchtime and I'm off work, I'll go buy some self-defense items for Doraemon.

If there's a can of pepper spray, then when I go to work, Doro will be able to go out on his own.

While pondering silently, Huang Musong left the room and closed the door.

Just now, Doraemon was facing away from people.

Hearing the door close behind it, Doro finally couldn't hold back anymore. It covered its face, a sob escaped its throat, and then it burst into tears like a broken string. Doro cried so hard that it was doubled over, its breathing becoming sore and labored.

But it firmly believes that people don't lie to themselves, and that the person will definitely come back tonight!

But what if someone encounters danger outside...?

Overthinking caused Doraemon to burst into tears, which fell to the ground like a string of pearls.

Fortunately, with a tablet playing music, Doro didn't feel too lonely.

I do not know how long it has been,

Doraemon gradually got used to being alone in the room.

Stopping its tears, it turned its attention to the tablet like a curious child. It wanted to figure out why this brick-like thing could play such beautiful melodies.

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It was noon

It is located in an office building 30 kilometers away from the basement rental room.

After finishing his morning work, Huang Musong went to the corridor to smoke and took the opportunity to order lunch delivery for Duoluo.

Initially, even during his university years, he did not have a smoking habit.

I started smoking after I started working.

Smoking can be invigorating!

If I don't have one at noon, I won't have any energy in the afternoon and it will be difficult to complete my work.

His current job isn't particularly difficult; the only problem is that it's time-consuming.

There are endless reports to process every day.

Those reports are like they have reproductive capabilities!

What's even more disgusting is the low wages, with an average hourly wage of only 20 yuan.

After deducting social insurance, personal income tax, commuting expenses...

Working eight hours a day, the net profit is only 100 yuan, which is undoubtedly an extremely low income standard in the capital region.

As the thick smoke filled his lungs, Huang Musong suddenly had the idea of ​​resigning.

"If I keep pushing myself like this, I'll ruin my health, and I won't have made much money yet."

"Three thousand yuan a month, after a while, I won't even be able to afford to support Doraemon."

"But what can I do to earn money if I quit my job?"

Standing by the window in the corridor, Huang Musong felt a deep sense of melancholy. He pressed the cigarette butt against the concrete edge of the windowsill and twisted it halfway to extinguish it. The tarry taste of the cheap tobacco lingered between his teeth, leaving a bitter aftertaste.