The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

Why did he suddenly have an appetite for such a sweet and greasy cake today?

But he couldn't resist; he really wanted to try it.

Ross picked up the box and examined the small cake.

Flowers and pearls adorn the cake, making it look more like a work of art than food.

Upon seeing this cake, Rose seemed to feel the breath of spring all over her body...

He hadn't even started tasting it yet, but he was already relaxed.

Even the exclamations of admiration from those around him, and the gestures of taking out their phones to take pictures, all infected Rose.

Ross, who never did these superficial things, picked up his phone for the first time and learned to let the phone record the beautiful food first.

Then he picked up a spoon, scooped up a little cake, and put it in his mouth.

It's not sweet, and it's very refreshing.

Ross thought about it and couldn't help but close his eyes to savor it little by little.

His attention was entirely focused on the taste in his mouth, and he didn't even notice how much he had eaten.

Before he knew it, he had slowly finished the palm-sized cake.

After finishing his meal, his sense of propriety prevented him from licking the spoon.

He put down his spoon, staring blankly at the packaging box in his hand, a lingering feeling of satisfaction still churning in his stomach.

Ross looked up, intending to ask the maid to check if there was any cake left.

Upon seeing young master Ross's state, the servants rushed over to check on him before he could even speak.

Then the maid returned and said cautiously:

"Young master, all the cakes have been taken."

Ross wasn't angry when he heard this. He just nodded and said, "Then call the school and poach that chef. Hire him with a high salary. We can meet any conditions he wants, as long as he's willing to be my private chef."

Upon hearing this, the maid immediately went to make contact.

While Ross appeared calm on the surface, he was actually quite hungry for the small cake.

It seems like he hasn't felt the urge to eat in a long time.

Ross waved his hand and told someone else to prepare food for him.

But after the family cook prepared the meal, Ross looked at the food on the table and still felt no appetite, finding it difficult to swallow.

Why is this happening?

Unfortunately, the school replied that the small cake was not made by the school's chef, but was brought by a student, whose identity has not yet been identified.

Ross listened to the servant's trembling report and looked at the food in front of him with little interest.

He tossed the handkerchief he had used to wipe his hands into the perfectly good food and told the servant:

"Remove it, feed the dogs."

"Also, find that student for me."

The servant didn't dare to raise his head and agreed.

They knew that young master Ross was angry, so they all lowered their heads and walked out silently.

……

Meanwhile, the little guy was unaware that the whole school was searching for him because of his cake.

After finishing his registration, he said goodbye to his friends and left the school.

As soon as he stepped out of the school gate, he saw the car that Winston usually rode in.

Sure enough, his father came to pick him up.

The little guy's eyes lit up, and when the car came, he bounced around twice as usual.

Then she ran to see her father.

It's like a puppy coming home from a walk and seeing its owner come to pick it up.

Even a day apart feels like a long-awaited reunion to the father and son who are inseparable.

The little one snuggled into his father's arms, chattering endlessly, calling "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."

Winston watched the little guy, whose tail stood up as soon as he saw his family, pinched his cheek, and then turned his gaze indifferently to the twins beside him.

Lilith and Cyrus: ...

The two of them rode their motorcycles, which should have been speeding and roaring on the road, but now they followed obediently behind the Rolls-Royce like children's bikes.

Inside the car, Wutu and her father leaned against each other, heads touching, talking.

The little one was too excited this morning to notice any difference in emotions.

When he returned to Winston's arms, Ulva realized that he had been separated from his father for a whole day.

Since living with his father, apart from that accident, this was the first time the little guy had been separated from his father for so long and went to school independently.

After that, will he gradually grow up and no longer be able to be so close to his father?

When he grows up, will he also be like Cyrus and the others, working alone in all over the country, far away from home, and not seeing his father for a long, long time?

Thinking about this, the little guy suddenly felt a surge of fear and tension.

If the black rabbit grows up healthy, it will surely become a well-behaved child with a healthier mind and a better relationship with its family.

But the black worms now are unhealthy and abnormal.

He still fears being alone in public and is afraid of strangers suddenly approaching.

He still experiences auditory hallucinations, anxiety, and depression at times.

Unable to jump, unable to fly freely, the abuse and harm he suffered are all on his body; those scars cannot be removed.

He only has his father left...

He didn't want to go to school, didn't want to grow up, and didn't want to leave his father...

The little guy's initial joy at seeing his friend vanished instantly.

However, since going to school was something his father had specially arranged for him, Wutu wouldn't refuse.

Moreover, he didn't want his father to worry anymore, since his mental illness was healing far too slowly.

He has swallowed up a lot of his family's emotions, constantly demanding security and love from them.

He didn't want to continue like this, he didn't want to become that outcast, that monster.

So the little guy once again hid his emotions.

However, that's not enough.

He needs to become more sensible and useful.

That way, even when he grows up, his family will not leave him.

So the little one smiled sweetly:

"Dad, was the dessert I made today delicious?"

Winston naturally praised him, and the little guy went home and made a new breakfast for his family.

The black cat wanted to be needed, wanted its family to say they couldn't live without it, and wanted its family to make demands of it.

Even if I'm a little fierce or mean to him, it doesn't matter.

As long as he is needed and has value, that's fine.

Only by doing this can the crow feel that it is still useful and still exists.

Although Winston and the others were unaware of the little guy's thoughts, the breakfasts he made specifically for each family member's preferences clearly won everyone's hearts.

The little guy almost couldn't leave the house the next morning.

It's because every family member who received the surprise was incredibly excited.

After they finished showing off to their colleagues or subordinates, they would come over and excitedly cuddle with Wu Tu, lifting him up, pinching his cheeks, rubbing his head, and so on.

Clearly, they were completely charmed by this tiny little black crow that always seemed to care about them.

It took Wutu quite a while to finally emerge from the circle of her older siblings, her cheeks red from being pinched by her family, and carrying the extra breakfast they had made, before heading to school.

Soon, the forum posts were refreshed again based on real-time updates:

[Room 401, Building F: That delicious food from last time is back! I saw the same packaging! Hurry and grab it! First come, first served!!!]