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

The kitchen countertop is a bit high for him, but that's okay, the little guy is used to it. Compared to the average height in his family, he is indeed short and small, so he asked the butler to buy him a small stool, which he can still carry around with ease.

But the little guy didn't expect that height wouldn't be his biggest obstacle.

He was dumbfounded when he saw the tools he had never seen before.

Coffee machine, bar counter, oven, ice maker, sterilizer, and automatic sensor trash cans.

The little guy had never seen these things before.

The pots, pans, and stoves he was familiar with were completely absent here.

Wu Tu lowered its cat-like face and circled the open kitchen several times, suspecting that the food had appeared out of thin air.

The little guy had no idea that Westerners basically don't cook.

Moreover, this isn't where the chefs cook; it's just where Dad drinks coffee and mixes drinks.

However, the little guy won't give up so easily.

Even though her father and brother are so strange, drinking ice water, eating undercooked beef, and looking like vampires from a horror story, the little one will never give up on them.

The simple and unpretentious Chinese DNA is becoming even more restless.

That is, there is a kind of hunger that your family members think you are hungry.

The little guy circled the kitchen counter twice more, looking more like he was performing some kind of ritual than cooking.

When his common sense failed him, the little guy started indulging in superstition and metaphysics. He devoutly prayed to the coffee machine, hoping the god of coffee would give him some face, before he reached out and randomly tried out the buttons and switches on these things.

But a series of clanging and banging sounds coming from inside startled the little guy.

What's going on? Shouldn't I press that spot?

……

Winston, who was working, was distracted and kept looking at his phone.

Previously, he was all alone, with weak family ties, and had no one he cared about. He rarely returned to the manor and didn't care about flying all over the country.

But now, even though he's only been away from home for three hours, he can't help but wonder what the little guy is doing, whether he's bored, whether he's having an attack, or whether he's feeling unwell.

Now, whenever he leaves home, he habitually checks the housekeeper's messages and often asks the housekeeper what the little guy is doing.

Sometimes when the housekeeper is busy, he will look through the home security camera footage, just like any parent who is away at work and worried about their child.

So this time, Winston couldn't resist missing him any longer, and he silently turned on his phone, then on the security camera, to find the little guy.

But after he saw the surveillance footage, he fell into an eerie silence.

Richard, who was attending the meeting with Winston, noticed that Winston was watching the surveillance footage again and curiously came over:

"Are you looking at the little guy again? What is he doing right now?"

Winston displayed an expression he had never shown before.

That was doubt and confusion.

Even Winston, who is usually so confident and seemingly omnipotent, would show such an expression.

Winston said, somewhat bewildered:

"The little guy... is destroying the house."

Richard: "What?! Are you kidding me?!"

He took the phone in disbelief, saw the little guy by the bar, touching and pawing at things like a kitten, and then fell silent.

He then watched as Winston picked up his phone again, opened Google, and began searching:

At what age do human babies start destroying things in their homes?

"Is it okay for human babies to destroy things?"

Richard had lived this long and had never seen his father so helpless before.

But that was just because I was worried about the little one's safety.

After confirming that human infants also had a lot of energy to release, Winston contacted the butler.

The butler appeared silently behind Wutu as if he could teleport, startling the little guy so much that his fur stood on end.

Then the little guy, who was already feeling guilty, gave the butler a fawning smile.

The butler said to him warmly:

"Being spoiled won't work. Didn't Mr. Winston say that the young master shouldn't run around unattended? We're all worried about your safety."

"The sir said that if you're bored, we can build you a separate game room to help you vent your energy."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tu immediately shook his head.

He hesitated for a moment, but still told the butler his thoughts.

The butler was stunned, never expecting Wu Tu to say such a thing.

"You'd like to cook for the master and young master?"

He seemed completely shocked by what the little guy had said.

After all, the little guy is twelve years old now, not twenty-two.

At an age when children are thinking about what snacks they can eat today, it's surprising that some kids would volunteer to cook for their parents.

It's unimaginable how lacking this child's family education must have been.

Now, the child belongs to their own family.

So Wutu watched helplessly as the butler's grandfather displayed a deeply pained expression:

"Young master, normal families wouldn't ask a minor to cook for everyone in the family."

"Don't worry, we have a head chef and plenty of food."

"Are you craving Chinese food? I can immediately have a team specializing in Chinese cuisine fly over to cook for you."

Wu Tu quickly shook her head: "No, I just wanted to cook for them, that's all."

"Although my cooking can't compare to a professional chef's, I want my dad and brother to eat my food. It's the only thing I'm good at... my strength..."

The butler squatted down and told Wutu, "Young master, your strengths go beyond just these. And this isn't the only thing you're good at."

"You have a long life ahead of you, and you can learn more. You can excel at whatever you like."

"Skills that benefit others are not necessarily considered strengths or advantages."

"Even if your strengths are all rather ordinary, you are still our proud young master, and Mr. Winston's most beloved youngest son."

Wu Tu nodded. He understood that the butler was worried about him, but the little guy still couldn't hide his disappointment.

Seeing the little guy's dejected look, the housekeeper softened.

He knew the little guy was just a child, and didn't think too much about it. Even though he was used as an object by his former family, he remained kind and pure.

He simply wanted to express his gratitude for his family's love in his own clumsy way.

So the butler winked at Wu Tu:

"Okay, I might need to go to the kitchen next. If any kids come with me, I can pretend I didn't see them."

"However, please don't take the knife. Leave these things that might harm you to me."