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

Cyrus was so annoyed by Ross's words that his veins bulged, but he also felt that Ross had indeed become very abnormal.

He looked up at his little one:

"Honey, is Ross okay? Did you hit his head and break it? Ross actually said he considers our family members to be treasures."

"Yue...no, just saying it makes me sick, Yue..."

There's no way around it; these two people have a physical aversion to each other.

But since Wu Tu promised to cook for Ross, she'll keep her word.

Seeing how much Cyrus disliked being with Ross, he decided to tell Cyrus to leave first.

But when Cyrus saw the little guy standing next to his mortal enemy and patiently explaining to him how to eat the medicinal food, he became unhappy again.

Cyrus squeezed between the two, his face pale, and used his body to block Ross from getting too close to the little guy.

Ross couldn't help but frown, wanting to get away from him in disgust.

But when facing Ulquiorra, Rose immediately changes his expression and reveals a sincere look.

The two were busy helping out and also competing with each other, unaware that trouble was brewing ahead.

At first, the little guy's medicinal food hadn't developed any flavor yet.

But later, as the aroma of the ribs slowly wafted out, filling the entire room and even drifting through the windows to other dormitories, Cyrus gradually realized something was wrong.

"Honey...look, why are there so many strange-looking people downstairs...is there a zombie outbreak?"

Cyrus looked worse than ever before.

Wu Tu suddenly remembered that Lilith had said before that Cyrus was most afraid of ghosts.

Wu Tu had no choice but to walk to the window, glance at the wandering, ghost-like passersby outside, and then turn back to comfort her brother:

"It's alright, everyone's normal, they haven't turned into zombies. They're just smelling things, probably looking for a fragrance coming from somewhere."

The little guy doesn't seem to realize how tempting the taste of his enticing medicinal dish is.

The fragrance was so strong that all the students in the entire row of dormitories couldn't sit still and ran out to find the source of the scent.

Ross realized something, his expression changed, and he quickly told his bodyguard to close the door.

But the bodyguards were a step too slow. No sooner had they closed the door than the students, drawn by the aroma, swarmed around and began knocking.

"Chief Ross, open the door! What are you eating? It smells so good, I can't stand it! I really can't eat anymore, please give me a bite..."

"My sausages and bread have lost their flavor. I've decided to go home, but I can't. Chief Ross, please..."

"Chief Ross, Lord Ross... I'm so hungry!!!"

Looking at the students banging on the door downstairs, Wu Tu felt like she was in a zombie apocalypse.

And the little guy didn't expect that this medicinal stew would taste so delicious.

He had only cooked for his aunt's family a few times before, and perhaps because he was always beaten and scolded back then, the medicinal food in the little guy's memory was a bitter medicinal taste.

But now, the little guy's experience is different; even the stewed food has regained its original flavor.

A warm, comforting taste.

For foreigners who have little experience with spices, this is an absolute game-changer.

Whether it's the original flavor of the ingredients or the aroma of the spices, the domineering fragrance that wafts for miles, whether others want to smell it or not, is so enticing that it makes their eyes water.

Seeing this, Wu Tu had no choice but to tell Ross to finish the soup quickly.

Even the bodyguards and Cyrus next to him got some.

Wu Tu was worried that the soup was too hot and wanted them to scoop it into small bowls to cool it down, but by the time he went to get the bowls, the people present had already finished drinking the soup.

Black Rabbit: Is this a reincarnation of a starving ghost...?

Ross ate so much for the first time. He touched his stomach and felt a little bloated.

Seeing this, Wu Tu could only take out the hawthorn candies he had brought with him and give one to each of them.

Cyrus felt it was unfair. He was the older brother of the black rabbit and different from the other two. He should get an extra hawthorn candy as a sign of special treatment.

Wu Tu told him not to push his luck, or he would go home and tell his father.

He stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the group of people sprawled in their chairs, burping contentedly. He wondered if he was feeding pigs or leading childish children...

He could only think it to himself:

These foreigners all look like they've been through a famine...

After the students entered and confirmed that there wasn't a single drop of soup left in the pot, they all left disappointed.

Only then was the little guy able to walk out of the dormitory.

However, before he left, Ross insisted on making an appointment with Wu Tu for the next time to prepare medicinal cuisine.

The little guy was a bit helpless:

"It hasn't even worked yet, and you already trust me that much?"

Ross said earnestly, "This is the first full meal I've had since I fell ill, so regardless of whether your medicinal diet works or not, I will ask you to continue cooking for me."

Wu Tu didn't take it to heart, because he felt that with Ross's status, he could soon find a new nutritionist who was more professional than him to take care of his body.

He just wanted to help Ross.

So the little guy didn't think too much about it; he just did what he always did: took all the money he had earned through his own hard work back to Winston.

The same went for this box of diamonds. The little guy carried it in the door, just like a kitten that had just finished hunting, proudly bringing its prey to its father and holding it up to show off.

"Look! Dad, this is what I earned. I can earn money to support you now!"

And Winston never dampened the little guy's spirits.

Even if the price of just one of his brooches were equivalent to the box of diamonds the little guy had, he would still kiss Wutu's forehead and praise him:

"As expected of my precious baby, you're amazing."

Winston would always praise him to the skies, and over time, even the little guy himself started to believe that he was actually a great and good baby.

Sometimes he would even praise himself like that.

The little guy's smug look made him look more and more like a cat, with his round head and chubby cheeks, making Winston want to pinch his cheeks.

He often saw Lilith and the others being affectionate with the little guy. Taking advantage of being the older siblings, they would always coax the little guy into tilting his head back and letting them pinch him. Some of them would even bite him.

Although Winston would scold them for going too far, he was secretly itching to do the same.

However, he could not do so because of his father's authority.

But today's black rabbit was so cute that the little guy even came over and said that he would work hard to hunt and earn money to support his dad.

How could Winston possibly hold back?

He pinched the little guy's cheek, then picked him up and said gently:

"Good baby, the black rabbit is a good baby."

"Goodness..."

Sometimes, when Winston is in the mood, he will use the Chinese he has learned to coax him.

Winston was fine when he spoke English.

But once he speaks Chinese, the little guy turns red from his ears all the way to the base of his neck.