## Chapter 12: Milky Biscuits
Lu family’s old residence.
Lu Zhuoyuan had watched expectantly by the iron wok for several days, but he hadn’t heard the little girl’s voice coming from the iron wok again.
He couldn’t help feeling a little angry.
After that little girl named Guaibao got that bag of rice, she hadn’t talked to him anymore.
Hmph, it wasn’t like he wanted to hear her talk that much anyway!
As for the various snacks he originally wanted to put into the iron wok, he hadn’t put them in. It wasn’t because he wanted that little girl named Guaibao to come back to him when she was starving!
Until today, Lu Zhuoyuan finally heard the voice of the little girl named Guaibao coming from the iron wok once again.
Hearing Guaibao call him “Wok Brother,” he couldn’t help blurting out, “I am not Wok Brother.”
His name was Lu Zhuoyuan.
He originally thought the other person couldn’t hear his voice, but unexpectedly, this time the little girl named Guaibao actually heard his voice and even asked in return who he was.
Lu Zhuoyuan couldn’t help feeling a bit overjoyed, but because he had autism, he had never spoken to anyone before.
That sentence just now was the first time in his life he had made a sound, aside from crying.
Therefore, although he wanted to speak and answer the little girl named Guaibao, no matter what, he couldn’t push any sound out.
On the other side, after asking that question, little Guaibao kept waiting for the voice in her mind to reply.
But she waited until her tummy was rumbling, and no sound rang out in her mind at all.
Little Guaibao stroked her little belly, couldn’t help shedding a single tear, and whispered, “I’m sorry, Guaibao doesn’t know what your name is. Please don’t be angry with Guaibao, okay?”
Hearing the sobbing coming from the other side, Lu Zhuoyuan immediately recognized that the little girl named Guaibao was crying.
Because every time his mother felt heartbroken and sad, she would also hold him and make this kind of sound.
Thinking of how the little girl named Guaibao had just said that she and her family were starving again, Lu Zhuoyuan hurriedly stood up and rummaged through all the snacks in his room.
Children’s alphabet biscuits, purple sweet potato bread, pure oatmeal flakes, paper-shell walnuts, peanuts, almonds, pine nuts, chestnuts, cheese sticks, dried sweet potatoes, cod sausages, seaweed, raisins, yogurt… he put them all into the iron wok.
Little Guaibao hadn’t heard any further sound in her head, and just as she was disappointed and ready to turn away, she saw a lot of things she had never seen before suddenly appear in the iron wok in front of her.
She was stunned for a moment, then happily jumped in place on the spot, and scampering on her two short little legs, she quickly ran over to Mrs. Shen’s side, whispering, “Grandma, Wok Brother gave us food again!”
Hearing this, Mrs. Shen’s eyes instantly lit up. She quickly got up and followed little Guaibao as she walked toward the iron wok.
Seeing Mrs. Shen’s reaction, the rest of the Shen family guessed that the “Wok Immortal” might have given little Guaibao some more food. Instantly, they all stood up excitedly and followed Mrs. Shen in the direction of the iron whet—the iron wok.
When they walked up to the iron wok, everyone in the Shen family was dumbfounded.
Old Man Shen excitedly picked up the iron box on the very top of the iron wok and opened it. Immediately, a rich milky fragrance wafted into the noses of everyone in the Shen family.
Everyone couldn’t help swallowing hard.
Old Man Shen first picked up a piece of biscuit and handed it to little Guaibao, then quickly closed the lid of the iron box to prevent this fragrance from drifting out and being smelled by the surrounding refugees.
After getting the biscuit, little Guaibao instinctively took a bite with her mouth, and her milky little face instantly showed an expression of indescribable shock.