After eating the chicken leg, Amandine was ready to leave the school. When he walked to the post office, he couldn’t help but glance at it, "Oh my God! The baby is still lying in it." He hardened his heart and didn’t look at it again. He walked straight forward, but the more he walked, the more guilty he felt, "If I leave like this, will he starve to death?"
At this time, a flash of lightning crossed the sky, and the sky immediately darkened, and it started to rain heavily. He returned to hide in the post office, bent down, and picked up the baby, "Oh! It seems that I have a fate with him." He turned over the headscarf to see the baby’s condition at this time, but unexpectedly saw a pair of dark feet. It turned out that he was holding it upside down, so he hurriedly turned it over. Although he had seen it once, he still felt that the child was unappealing. He found that the baby had never cried. Could it be a mute? To verify, he slapped its butt hard, but still didn’t make a sound, "It’s over, it’s over, the worst of the world, unappealing and mute, fell into my hands," Amandine couldn’t help but sigh.
First, he had to feed the baby. After the rain stopped, he left the post office and touched his pocket. Then he remembered that he had given all the shillings to the baby’s mother. Fortunately, he had a cloak. He put it on and went to a supermarket near the school. After choosing from left to right, he didn’t know which milk powder was good. Finally, he chose a bag of the most expensive one and walked out. With milk powder, he needed to use water to make it. After walking out of the supermarket, he put away his cloak and returned to the school cafeteria. As soon as he entered, he saw Feynman at first sight. The other party also saw him, and the two of them were embarrassed for a while. "I’m sorry! I was too impulsive in the morning," Amandine apologized proactively.
Feynman smiled and said, "Then treat me to a meal as an apology!"
"You’re a chef and you still want me to treat you?"
"I am almost sick of eating in the cafeteria all day, I want to change my taste."
"Okay! But you have to pay the bill, because I don’t have the money to treat you now."
Feynman thought for a moment, then said generously, "Let’s go! For the sake of our friendship, I accept this suggestion."
Halfway through the journey, he saw Amandine holding something in her arms and asked curiously, "What’s in your hand?"
"A baby!"
"Where did you get it from?"
"I picked it up! Do you want it? If you do, I’ll give it to you," Amandine stopped and asked.
"Boy or girl?"
"I don’t know, no one told me."
The two untied the shorts wrapped around the baby, and it was a little unexpected that it was a girl. Amandine had always thought it should be a boy, and if the girl was so unappealing, there would be no future. "How is it? Do you want it?" He wanted to get rid of this burden and asked again.
"It’s so unappealing! Do you want my two daughters to be unmarried?" Feynman said unhappily.
"Let’s go! No one wants it even if it’s free. How unfortunate is that?"
The two of them went into a restaurant called Golden Peacock. Feynman ordered a plate of "Gabon Mamba Chicken," but Amandine ordered three servings. Feynman cried out distressedly, "You want to bankrupt me!"
"It’s a waste if I don’t eat it, it’s a rare treat for you."
He put the baby on the ground and remembered that he hadn’t fed the baby yet. He called the waiter for a glass of water, opened the milk powder, and poured it into half a glass, and then stretched out his index finger to stir the glass twice. Then he picked up the baby from the ground and put it on his lap. "Where’s the mouth?" He saw that the baby’s facial features were all piled together, and the mouth was too small to be seen. He used his fingers to fiddle with it twice before finding a small hole. When he was about to feed the baby, Feynman saw it and said, "That seems to be her nostril, not her mouth."
"Does this baby have no mouth?"
"Look for it again, it should have one, otherwise it would have died long ago."
Amandine had to look patiently, and finally found another small hole under the nostril, which was covered by a tuft of hair on the side. Now he was in trouble. The mouth was too small, how to feed it? He looked up and asked Feynman, "What good ideas do you have?"
"If you were a woman, and a woman who has given birth to a child, it will be easy, you can let her suck your milk directly."
Amandine ignored the other party’s ridicule. He asked the waiter to find a straw, put one end into the baby’s mouth, and put the other end in the cup. This trick really worked. The milk in the cup was slowly sucked out, and it was sucked faster and faster. Amandine was overjoyed, thinking that he had finally done something right today. In the blink of an eye, the milk in the cup was drained. "Is this a cow or a human?" he couldn’t help but wonder. Then he asked for a second cup, and this time he drained it faster. He drained four cups in a row. Amandine was secretly shocked and said, "It seems that I picked up a big buffalo!" When he was about to refill the fifth cup for the baby, Feynman stopped him, "Don’t feed it anymore! It will be bloated to death if you keep going like this."
"It’s not your milk, why are you in such a hurry?" Amandine ignored his dissuasion and poured the fifth cup. Feynman could only shake his head, "You really treat her like a cow!"
This time, the baby drank seven cups of milk. The baby’s stomach was swollen. Amandine didn’t want to feed it anymore and put the baby back on the ground. He was also hungry. The food he ordered had already been served. He picked it up and ate it, and he ate it no slower than the baby. After a while, he finished all three portions. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, picked up the baby from the ground, and said to Feynman, "I’m leaving first! Contact me when you are free."
"Heartless guy! Where do you want to go?"
Amandine stood up straight, then raised his head and pretended to be deep, "I’m going to find someone, someone who can take me home."
"If you were more handsome, the effect just now would be better," Feynman joked.
He paid the bill and the two of them left the restaurant. It was already dark. "Let’s go to my house!"
"Why? You still want me to be your son-in-law?"
"That depends on whether Mags agrees, she may not like you."
"Who is Mags?"
"My daughter."
"Let’s go! I’ll give you this face as a reward for your treat."
The two chatted and returned to Feynman’s house. The lights were on in the house. Mags saw Amandine coming back and stood up hurriedly, asking, "Dad, why did you bring this guy home again?"
"Woman, be careful with your tone of voice, don’t make me angry."
Mags took a step back in fear, feeling that the other party was a hooligan who would beat a woman. Amandine slowly approached her with the baby in his arms. She took a few steps back and shouted, "What do you want to do?"
The next moment, she heard something that surprised her, "Come here, hold this baby, my hands are sore."
Mags really took a few steps forward, glanced at the baby, and reached out to take it. "So cute!" she praised, and a smile immediately appeared on her face. She didn’t think the baby was unappealing at all. Amandine was wondering, are all the newborn babies here like this? "Do you like it? If you like it, I’ll give it to you."
Mags said with wide eyes, "Ah! You are so cruel to give away children."
"It’s not mine, I picked it up."
Mags wanted to keep the baby. She glanced at her father to ask for his consent. Feynman shook his head gently. She was very disappointed and said helplessly, "Sorry! Dad won’t let me keep it."