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

The little guy sat next to him, worried that Winston wasn't eating enough, so he prepared a special meal for his dad.

These people were incredibly audacious; drawn by the aroma wafting from Winston, they came closer.

But it's also because the little guy's cooking was so delicious that even Winston's intimidating presence couldn't scare them away from their determination to eat.

Seeing that they still hadn't had enough, Wu Tu made a lot more noodles: scallion oil noodles, egg noodles, and noodles with soybean paste, even giving some to the cameraman.

The group ate until their bellies were so full they could barely walk.

Moreover, they ate too much staple food and all of them became sleepy. After finishing their meal, they all went for a nap.

Everyone was both amused and exasperated by the result of the show.

Previous variety shows were always full of awkward and thrilling situations.

After Wu Tu arrived, everyone felt as at ease on the variety show as if they had tucked their thermal underwear into their long johns.

"I'm not kidding, but I'm really curious, what kind of amazing person is Rabbit? Is there anything he can't do? He seems to work incredibly efficiently, and he doesn't act like a spoiled young master at all."

After a moment of silence, the fans decided to give directions to passersby:

"Those who are curious can read the little guy's previous stories, but all I can say is that there are big swords, super invincible giant swords, and those with shallow tear ducts simply can't hold back their tears."

Upon hearing this, the passersby felt a surge of rebellious energy and insisted on going to see it.

After watching it, all the fans who came back had red eyes and were crying their hearts out.

The comments section was completely silent; no one spoke.

Only new viewers entering the live stream were lured into watching Wutu's past while still feeling confused.

Those fans, getting soaked in the rain themselves, wanted to tear up other people's umbrellas, and then smiled and said to passersby:

"Go see it, it's very sweet."

After watching it, I realized I was just like Wu Tu, trapped in the past and unable to move on.

The little guy's social media accounts keep gaining followers, and the comments on all his videos and posts are constantly being updated.

But the little guy doesn't know about these things yet.

When he woke up, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

He felt he had slept too long during the day and his head was spinning. He didn't remember that he was having a cold war with his father, so he went to his father's room, lifted his father's blanket, and crawled in.

Winston opened his eyes and looked around. He recognized the sound of the black rabbit's footsteps and knew that it was the little guy coming.

As the black rabbit nestled its head into his chest, Winston gently massaged its temples.

The little guy insisted on sticking close to Winston's skin, just like a child clings to its mother, feeling safe only when it's close to its father's skin.

At this moment, everyone was amused by the black rabbit:

"I'm just as clingy to my mom at home. I even call her over if I spit out bubbles while drinking water. That's a perfect description."

"Me too, babies over 200 months old should also sleep close to their mothers."

"Sigh, I felt like crying and laughing at the same time. My baby has such a loving family."

The comments were still scrolling by, but the director wouldn't let them sleep like that any longer.

The little guy and Winston were woken up, and when the black rabbit woke up, it found its face pressed against Winston's arm.

There was still sweat on it, which had slid down Winston's arm from his warm sleep.

The little guy immediately bristled, stood up, and quickly moved a few steps away from Winston.

But this time Winston wasn't angry with him. Just like before, he went closer and wiped the red marks off the little guy's face.

"Go wash your face before going out; you've got red marks on your face from sleeping on it."

The little guy nodded and went to the toilet, looking embarrassed.

The afternoon's tasks remained the same: tending to the fields, fertilizing, and chopping firewood.

The little guy did it very well, but it was tough on the others.

Even the all-powerful Winston became clumsy.

The little guy followed Winston and spoke up:

"Dad, let me help you."

Winston wore a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt, revealing his muscular physique, like a lurking cheetah.

His hair was also swept up, making him look particularly aggressive.

But Winston, despite this, shook his head at the little guy:

"I want to know how you survived when you were in the countryside with your grandmother, and how much suffering you endured."

"The workload is unbearable even for adults. I don't know how you, who were so young and not getting enough to eat, managed to endure it."

Winston's words stunned the crow.

He never expected that after so many years, besides himself, there would still be people who remembered his past experiences.

Dad will always love him and won't let happiness erase all the little guy's past experiences.

Even if it was painful, Winston wanted to empathize with the crow.

The little guy had no idea about his fight with his dad. He went straight up and hugged Winston, rubbing all the mud off himself onto him.

Winston patted his head.

The little guy used to be beaten and scolded for not doing farm work, and criticized for not being diligent. But now, Winston lets him rest under the shade of a tree when he's tired.

Dad also filled his water bottle with fruit tea and would fan away mosquitoes with a palm-leaf fan during breaks.

The love that the little guy lacked in his childhood was always made up for by Winston.

They watched the sunset together for a long, long time before the little one finally said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, Dad."

Winston was taken aback, not understanding why the black rabbit was apologizing.

The little one looked up, tears welling in his eyes:

"Did I say something hurtful when I was drunk? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I don't hate you or look down on you."

"I never found a chance to apologize to you later, actually because I was afraid."

"I'm afraid that when I grow up, my dad won't love me anymore."

"But I also hate this version of myself that wants to prevent my father from being happy."

Winston understood what the black clown meant.

The little guy is too sensitive; in today's terms, he has a highly sensitive personality.

When the little guy unintentionally stabbed Winston in the heart, he also stabbed himself in the heart.

He hurt Winston, and he hurt himself in the process.

Even the slightest sense of guilt would overwhelm the crow.

Unbeknownst to Winston, the little guy must have questioned himself countless times why he said such things.

How could Winston not understand the black tusk?

Listening to Wu Tu's words, he spoke frankly:

"I will not get married, and I will not have a lover."

"Raising one child is enough. I've given you everything, and I won't raise any other children."

"It's okay for you to get angry or throw a tantrum here with your dad."

"Because no matter what you are like, you are still your father's child. Whether you look terrible, embarrassed, or insecure..."

"In my eyes, no matter what you look like, you will always be the cutest child."

After hearing this, Wu Tu cried and hugged her father, tears streaming down her face.

Winston was now covered in mud from head to toe.

The little guy is no exception.

It has completely turned into a little tabby cat.

But that night, the little guy's eyes were very bright.

The guests were all exhausted. After a long day, they sat wearily around the campfire, not wanting to move at all.

Only Wu Tu, a little further away from them, was routinely rehearsing his own figure skating program.