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

"Otherwise, you wouldn't be a round-headed baby. Small cookies aren't popular; we all like round babies."

Upon hearing this, the cub nodded eagerly, urging his father to quickly take him outside.

The butler had been waiting anxiously outside, and only breathed a sigh of relief when Winston finally came out carrying the cub.

But the cub's attention is now focused on whether it has deflated.

He was still protecting his only fleshy belly in his hands, and as soon as he came out, he quickly patted his father's hand.

Seeing this, Winston could only pinch the little guy's cheeks in a serious manner, then put him on the bed and pinch his arms and short legs.

"Okay, it's round."

Winston looked at the cub's face and was very satisfied.

At this moment, the little guy let go of his hands, put them together, and scooped up a piece of flesh from his belly in the air, then scooped it up for his father.

"Daddy, I'll share some meat with you, but please don't flatten it. Daddy can't turn into a big pancake... otherwise, baby won't like you anymore..."

Seeing how hard the little guy was trying to share some of his belly fat with him, Winston could only continue to coax the child and tell lies:

"Dad has already made up for it. If you don't believe me, ask Grandpa Butler."

The butler, watching Mr. Winston, who was always a man of his word, now calmly and without batting an eye as he teased the child, could only suppress his laughter and say to the cub:

"Yes, Mr. Winston has rounded it up."

Seeing that the atmosphere between father and son had returned to normal, the butler breathed a sigh of relief. He tried to offer the cub's milk to Winston, but Winston waved his hand.

"Where are Richard and Kaylan? Are they still here? Tell them to stay and have a meal together as a family."

This was the first time Winston had said something like that.

Until the cubs appeared, Winston and his family weren't really like a family.

Apart from the twins who have a close relationship, the relationships among them are more like partnerships, existing at a delicate balance.

They don't know how to get along like a normal family, nor do they need to.

Winston didn't need it, and neither did the other children.

Richard and his family had life goals set for them from a young age; all they had to do was work towards those goals.

That goal was to replace Winston and become the new glory of the family.

From a young age, they were not delicate toddlers, but lion cubs who needed to seize power from Winston.

The greatest act of kindness Winston showed them was that he refrained from killing Richard after Richard assumed the title of heir to the throne.

Even if sooner or later they too will find themselves locked in a deadly struggle, just like Winston's father and brothers.

But Winston didn't want to have his own child's blood on him so early.

Moreover, none of them are adults yet.

When they all reach adulthood, that's when the lion cubs start sharpening their teeth and showing their claws to the male lions.

So when Richard and Kalan heard that Winston wanted to invite them to dinner, they both looked a little surprised.

Kalan thought Winston was trying to poison the food.

But then he remembered that he hadn't even held the little one yet...

Could this be the "hostage" Winston used to invite them?

After thinking it over, Kailan decided to risk his life to accompany him.

Richard, standing nearby, was thinking something similar.

He didn't think Winston wanted to harm him; he just thought Winston had gone mad. It was as if Winston had become completely different from his previous cold and ruthless self after having cubs.

Is this the price of getting close to the cubs?

Richard struggled with the decision for a while, but after remembering the cub's tears, he decided that he was willing to accept the price.

Anyway, Winston seems to be able to handle his work and his daily life is not affected.

Then he should be able to as well.

There's not much difference between having your brother on your mind and having work on your mind, as long as you can handle official business.

Richard was ready to become a captive of the cubs.

The two men entered the dining room with grave expressions, only to find Winston and the little one already seated at the table, waiting.

The little guy, who had always suffered with his mother, had never seen so much delicious food before. One by one, the servants brought out all sorts of high-end ingredients, like a flowing stream, which made the little guy's eyes widen in amazement.

The butler noticed the little guy's craving and couldn't help but say to him:

"Young master, I'll make you some baby food and bring it up in a bit..."

Before the butler could finish speaking, the little guy was attracted by the lamb chop placed in front of Winston, and without hesitation, he buried his head and took a bite.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

However, none of them thought of stopping them, because they simply didn't understand what children of that age could eat.

Only the butler, with immense concern, carefully lifted the little one's head:

"Young Master! You're still too young to eat such heavily seasoned foods! Besides, they're hard to digest! Your stomach problems haven't healed yet!"

The cub sensed the anxiety in the butler's tone and opened his mouth. The butler hurriedly checked how much the little guy had eaten, only to find that the lamb chop didn't even have a scratch.

The little guy only smeared saliva on one side of the lamb chop.

Bad news: Kids talk very fast.

Good news: But his teeth weren't sharp enough to bite through anything.

The butler patted his chest: "Luckily, the chef cooked it perfectly today..."

Seeing how much the cub wanted to bite, but he couldn't bite it, Winston simply let the little guy bite it freely... to grind his teeth.

Anyway, if you keep biting for a while, the cub will realize that it is still just a baby and cannot eat adult food.

As the little guy buried his entire face in the plate, straining even his hair, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath in worry.

As he was gnawing on it, he suddenly made a crisp sound.

Winston noticed that the baby was already chewing on the rim of the bowl and hadn't realized the texture was off, so he removed the plate from in front of him and placed the bottle in the baby's arms.

The little guy wasn't picky at all; he held the bottle and sucked enthusiastically. The tufts of hair on his head bounced up and down with his sucking rhythm, just like a kitten whose ears tremble when it's nursing.

For a moment, everyone forgot about eating and just focused on watching the little one nurse.

This little guy seems to have a magical power... it's impossible to take your eyes off him.

However, with everyone staring at him, the cub thought they wanted to drink his milk.

The little guy hesitated for a moment, counted the number of people, and realized he couldn't distribute all the milk...

The cubs chose to turn around and drink milk with their backs to them.

That way they won't be able to see it.

As the little guy turned around and almost buried himself in Winston's arms, Richard couldn't help but feel a little jealous and envious.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that the cub trusts Winston the most.

Since the little guy was born, he has almost always stayed in Winston's arms and rarely walked on the ground.

Winston indulged him, always holding and cuddling the little guy.

This extended period of time spent together made the cub increasingly dependent on its father.

Now, he has naturally come to regard his father's embrace as his second home.

But Richard might also wonder, what if he had found the cub first, and he had been the one holding and comforting it?