While waiting for the milk to heat up, Master Roshi looked at Broly's innocent little face. For some reason, his old mischievous personality surfaced again.
A suspicious blush appeared on his face as he leaned closer to Broly, lowering his voice and speaking with a slightly lecherous grin.
"Ahem… little guy, I'm giving you milk to drink. That means I saved you and gave you food. In the future, when you find your mother again, remember to share your food with me too, alright? Hehe…"
"Master Roshi!" The sea turtle could no longer bear listening and covered its face with a claw.
"Could you please stop saying such shameless things? He's still a child!"
"What does a turtle like you know? Shut up!" Roshi snapped irritably.
Ding!
The microwave beeped, signaling that the milk was ready.
Roshi took out the warm milk, carefully inserted a straw, and handed it to Broly.
"Here. Drink it like this," Roshi demonstrated while pointing at the straw.
"If you suck through this tube, you can drink the delicious milk."
Broly looked at the strange plastic straw and then watched Roshi's demonstration.
He seemed to understand.
He stretched out his small hands and awkwardly hugged the milk bag, which looked rather large compared to his tiny body.
Then he placed the straw in his mouth and cautiously took a sip.
Warm milk with a rich, sweet fragrance flowed down his throat.
It was a gentle and pleasant taste that Broly had never experienced before.
In an instant, his eyes widened in surprise, sparkling with delight.
Gulp! Gulp!
The next moment, Broly began drinking rapidly, his small face filled with satisfaction and joy.
"Good, isn't it?" Roshi chuckled proudly as he watched.
"Don't forget our agreement—sharing, sharing!"
Of course, Broly couldn't understand any of that.
His entire attention was focused on the delicious milk.
In less than ten seconds, the entire bag of milk was completely finished.
Not a single drop remained.
However—
For Broly, who possessed the powerful physique of a Saiyan, one bag of milk wasn't even an appetizer.
After finishing, Broly released the straw and licked his lips.
Then he pointed to his stomach again and looked at Roshi with hopeful eyes.
"You're still not full?" Roshi blinked in surprise and scratched his bald head.
"There's not much milk left… but at your age, you should be able to eat other things. How about… some bread?"
Roshi uncertainly took out a packaged loaf of bread from the refrigerator and handed it to Broly.
Broly grabbed the bread.
Without even looking at the packaging—
He opened his mouth and bit down hard.
Including the plastic wrapper.
"Hey! That's the packaging! You can't eat that!" Roshi shouted in alarm.
He quickly rushed over, pulled the plastic piece with teeth marks out of Broly's mouth, and tore open the wrapper properly.
"Eat this part! The soft sweet bread inside!"
Broly stared at the bread now free of packaging.
After a brief hesitation, he stuffed it into his mouth again and swallowed it with barely any chewing.
Once finished, his eyes immediately began searching inside the refrigerator again.
"You're… still not full?" Roshi was now completely stunned.
This time, before Roshi could grab more food—
Broly's eyes had already locked onto something in the corner of the fridge.
A vacuum-sealed ham.
The dark red meat had an irresistible attraction for him.
Broly stretched out his small hand, grabbed the ham—which was even bigger than his face—and immediately began biting into it.
"Hey! That packaging can't be eaten either!" Roshi shouted again.
But Broly had already learned a bit.
He bit into the tough ham while skillfully peeling away the plastic wrapper with his tongue and teeth.
Then—
Ptooey!
He spat the plastic wrapper onto the floor.
Broly ate enthusiastically, his cheeks bulging with food and grease smeared across his face.
The large chunk of ham soon disappeared into his tiny stomach.
Broly patted his still-flat belly and once again looked toward the refrigerator.
The remaining food inside seemed to be calling to him.
For the next thirty minutes—
Master Roshi could only stand there as a stunned spectator.
This tiny child devoured everything in the refrigerator with terrifying speed.
Food that Roshi had stored for an entire week—
Including fruits, vegetables, dried fish, leftover fried rice, and several cans of luncheon meat—
All of it was completely wiped out.
Throughout the entire process, Broly displayed an appetite and eating speed that did not match his tiny body at all.
Finally—
Broly patted his now slightly rounded stomach in satisfaction.
He let out a burp that carried the smell of milk and meat.
Then he casually lay down on the floor.
Within seconds—
He fell asleep.
As soft and steady snoring soon came from the sleeping Broly, Roshi was still frozen in place, his hand stretched toward the last biscuit he had intended to grab.
He looked like a statue.
Slowly, Roshi turned his head and stared at the completely empty refrigerator.
Not even crumbs were left.
Then he slowly turned back to look at the tiny figure sleeping peacefully on the floor.
Roshi's lips twitched.
His face was filled with shock, pain, and disbelief.
"This… this kid…"
"He can really eat!"
"He ate all the food I prepared for an entire week!"
No wonder his parents abandoned him…
With this appetite, even a gold mine would go bankrupt feeding him!
Looking at Broly's innocent sleeping face, all of Roshi's emotions finally turned into a long and complicated sigh.
"Sigh… he's really… an innocent child."
Of course, only Roshi himself knew how much of that sigh was filled with worry about his future food supply.
What Roshi never expected was—
From this day onward, this little boy named Broly would stubbornly stay in his house and refuse to leave.
At first, Roshi still planned to temporarily take care of him and then send him away as soon as possible.
He actively asked around nearby islands and contacted old acquaintances, hoping to find a kind—and preferably wealthy—family willing to adopt Broly.
However, as time passed—
As Roshi spent more days with this quiet little boy who only ate, slept, and quietly observed the world with pure eyes, rarely crying or causing trouble—
A strange bond slowly formed.
The heart of Master Roshi, who had lived alone for hundreds of years behind his carefree and shameless personality—
Gradually began to be filled by the unexpected arrival of this tiny life.