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

With the help of the butler, Wu Tu finally managed to cook a warm meal for her family.

And it was made with the help of their chef's enthusiastic "oh-woo~~!"

After all, their family has a purely Western-style chef, and the way they cook is completely different from what the little guy remembers as frying, stir-frying, and deep-frying. So when the chef saw the little guy's skillful wok tossing and vegetable cutting techniques, his eyes lit up and he wanted to ask Wu Tu for advice.

The little guy tried his best to ignore the butler's increasingly distressed and heartbroken expression, and very selflessly shared a lot of tips with his chef, even pointing out the burn scars on his hands from oil splattering.

The chef asked him curiously, "Are Chinese people born with a natural talent for cooking? Like how you all know Chinese Kung Fu? Otherwise, how come you can cook at such a young age?"

"Or are you allowed to apprentice under a master from birth? What specialty do you choose?"

This question left Wu Tu somewhat speechless. Foreigners should probably read fewer Chinese novels!

He shook his head and explained seriously, "Of course not. Kids my age don't usually know how to cook. I have no choice but to."

"If I can't cook well, my mom will beat me."

Wu Tu certainly wouldn't forget that when his parents argued, he had to take care of his younger brother and cook. After putting the food on the table, his mother took one bite and dumped the rest of the rice on him, yelling:

"What are you doing? You learned from your grandmother in the countryside for so long, how come you can't even cook a decent dish?!"

"What can I expect from you? You can't do anything! I couldn't have given birth to such an idiot!"

His mother rarely used tools to hit him, but her rough fingers would poke straight into Wutu's forehead, the hard nails causing him excruciating pain, as if trying to crush all of the little guy's self-esteem—sharp, piercing, and terrifying.

Wu Tu didn't even dare to dodge; if he showed the slightest intention to hide or resist, his mother's reaction would be even more intense.

"You've really grown wings, haven't you? You even dare to hide when your mother tries to discipline you?! I feed you and clothe you; if it weren't for me supporting you, you'd be dead on the street long ago. I don't owe you anything!"

So the little black rabbit could only silently remove the vegetables from its own body and cook another meal while covered in grease.

He was terrified that his mother would scold or beat him again, and he wasn't sure if he had cooked it well or not.

The silly little crow will never know that he was scolded simply because the adults wanted to vent their pent-up anger on him, not because he had done anything wrong, but simply because he was a weak and vulnerable child.

Even if Wu Tu didn't cook, he would still be criticized for other behaviors.

The clothes weren't washed properly, the floor wasn't mopped clean... In different timelines, as long as Wu Tu couldn't escape this family, she would be trapped in the same place.

But the little guy is too young to understand this principle. He will only think that he is too stupid and can't do anything right.

Mom and Dad argue because of him, and my younger brother cries because of him...

I'm sorry, I wish he were a little smarter.

As the little guy talked, he drifted into memories. Although he only accidentally let slip a little bit about the past, he stopped talking after realizing it.

However, the meaning behind his words was enough for the butler to understand what kind of life Wu Tu had lived before.

The butler only knew from hearsay that the little guy's previous family environment was not good, and that he was taken in by Mr. Winston and then raised properly.

But he didn't expect the situation to be so serious.

The housekeeper thought that if the Black Rabbit's previous family had also lived on this land, Mr. Winston's lawsuit would have already been sent to their home.

Unfortunately, China is too far away, and the legal procedures in each country are different, so they are temporarily unable to punish the bad guys.

But as Wutu's current family members, they should make amends to Wutu.

The butler had already thought it was outrageous for the little guy to cook at such a young age, and after hearing Wu Tu say that he would be beaten, he immediately relayed the story to Mr. Winston.

Then the butler and the head chef exchanged a glance, and then he squatted down and said to Wu Tu:

"Young Master, we can leave the rest to the chef. As for the desserts and fruits, shall we let him handle the selection?"

Wu Tu nodded, saying that others were children, but wasn't he a child too?

The moment desserts are mentioned, the little guy's attention is immediately diverted.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the desserts made by the chef.

Because we now have a child named Wutu in the family, Winston has been instructing them to make sweeter and more dessert-oriented dishes specifically for children during this period.

Even though Wu Tu has eaten many foods he had never even seen before, he still can't move when he sees a mousse cake that he only sees on his phone.

The little guy couldn't hide his thoughts at all; all his emotions were written all over his face.

His eyes were practically glued to the little cake, unable to look away, and his short legs followed the butler's grandfather as he moved it around.

So incredibly cute.

But the little guy just wouldn't speak.

Mingming would have given Winston anything he wanted without hesitation, even the moon in the sky.

But Wu Tu had already gotten used to suppressing himself.

Because these are things that his younger brother can have, but he doesn't deserve.

Even when he was a child, all he wanted was a honey-crusted mini cake that his mother bought, but she wouldn't allow it.

"These good things are all for your younger brother, there's no way you can have any! Look at you, you can't have them and you even want to take them from your brother, how can you be so mean!"

Therefore, even if Wutu encounters something it wants again later, it will not make a sound.

The butler, sensing his thoughts, asked almost suggestively, "Sweetheart, young master, would you like some cake?"

The black rabbit would immediately shake its head warily.

"No, thank you Grandpa, I don't want any."

This put the butler in a difficult position.

He noticed that the little guy was in a low mood and liked sweets, so he tried to coax him with a small cake. But the little guy didn't play by the rules. Even though his expression clearly said "I want it," he still shook his head.

What should we do now...?

The butler glanced at the message Mr. Winston had sent:

[Okay, I'll be home in twenty minutes.]

He sighed, realizing he could now place his hopes on Mr. Winston.

When Wu Tu noticed the butler sighing, his body stiffened, thinking that the butler had finally discovered that he was a greedy child.

He immediately looked away, emphasizing the general repetition:

"I don't like cupcakes! I really don't!"

Seeing how seriously Wu Tu emphasized this, even the butler was a little puzzled.

But the little guy seemed so happy while eating it before.

I couldn't bear to part with it, and almost secretly took the cake back to my bedroom to hide it.