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

Winston agreed to let his son go ice skating because he saw that exercise could alleviate depressive symptoms and produce dopamine in the brain.

But when the crow loses this center of its life, everything becomes empty.

Everyone else was busy, but he was the only one at home doing nothing. He would flip through his father's books, sit on the sofa to watch TV, or lie on the carpet to play games.

But no matter what he did, time seemed to slow down very, very slowly...

The slow pace made him constantly wonder how he was going to get through this unbearable day...

Later, the little guy got really bored and begged the butler for a while until he finally got a chance to cook.

These past few days, the little guy has been cooking for the family himself, preparing a variety of dishes, so no matter how busy they are, they always come home for dinner.

After the little guy finished his work and went back to sleep, the butler reported to Winston what the little guy had done that day.

The housekeeper can recount everything in detail, from the moment he woke up in the morning to what he did at what time.

After saying that, the butler added, "If the young master continues like this, cleaning the manor and taking on all the cooking, it will be a waste of his energy."

"Moreover, the servants have also told me that there's not enough work, and they feel uneasy doing it. Even the chef is thinking of learning Chinese cuisine from the young master."

Winston, however, didn't see anything wrong with it.

"Do Winston family children have to deal with money? Even if he goes to work as a chef at a hospital, roast sweet potatoes, or sell cold noodles, I will support him."

As for why Winston knew so much detail, like reciting a menu, it was because Wu Tu had cooked this kind of food for them before.

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The little guy always jokes that if he can't earn money for his dad in the future, he'll only be able to sell roasted sweet potatoes.

Winston could see the anxiety in the black clown and knew that he was still worried about his own worth.

The previous family education left a shadow on the little guy, trapping him in the rule that he must be "useful," and if he is "useless," then he is not worthy of being a human being.

Although Winston scoffed at such ideas and wished he could drag out the family that had harmed the cuckoo and put them to trial a thousand times over, he was always gentle in front of the little guy himself.

"Good baby, whatever you want to do, Dad supports you."

"Not everyone can become someone who changes the course of history; every profession has its greatness."

"Honey, if you roast sweet potatoes, you'll roast the sweetest and most fragrant sweet potatoes in the world. Daddy eats them every day, and I'll include them in my list of favorite foods too."

Upon hearing Winston's words, Wutu's eyes reddened, her lips trembled, and she looked like she was about to cry again.

He's such a slow learner.

He had hardly ever experienced love and understanding, and even this little bit of love left him feeling lost and confused.

Winston couldn't change the little guy's mind in a short time, nor could he get him away from utilitarianism; he could only slowly get him used to unconditional love.

Moreover, he felt that the little guy was talented and shouldn't be overlooked.

So Winston thought for a long time before taking the initiative to put his hand on his phone and dial the number he hadn't contacted in a long time.

It's Helena Rubinstein's number.

In the parallel universe, Helena only reconnected with Winston because of the little guy's appearance.

This was the first time Winston had taken the initiative to contact Helena.

They had indeed fallen out over the inheritance dispute to the point of never speaking to each other again.

But Winston would do anything for the black rabbit.

So Winston dialed the number.

Helena's voice came from the other end:

"Is it you?"

……

Wu Tu couldn't even remember how many days she had been lying at home.

He wanted to continue cooking, but the housekeeper lowered his head and told him that the house had an open kitchen, and Chinese food produced a lot of oil fumes. In order to prevent him from inhaling too much oil fumes, his father decided to renovate the kitchen and create a kitchen specifically for cooking Chinese food.

So the little one can't cook for the time being.

He no longer has even the only way to prove his usefulness.

The little guy could only give up on himself, staying at home like a parasite, spending all day wrapped in a blanket, curled up in bed playing video games.

Sometimes he would ask the housekeeper when he could go to school.

He didn't want his father to see him doing nothing, fearing his father would despise him for being useless and kick him out.

But the butler was also very secretive and wouldn't say anything.

Even today, Wu Tu is still lying in bed, reluctant to get out of bed, when suddenly there is a noise at the door.

Then, a group of strangers broke into his room.

Black Rabbit: ? ! !

The little guy stared blankly as a butler, about the same age as the butler, led a team of people dressed in formal attire, pushing rows of clothes as they filed in.

Then the butler with the small mustache knelt on one knee in front of him and bowed to him very elegantly:

"Good morning, young master. Today, my professional styling team and I will prepare your outfit for the trip."

"You can click on the tablet to view all the clothing information, and then we'll show you the specific appearance of the clothing and cut it on the spot according to your body shape."

Black Rabbit: ...

The little guy looked confused and like he wanted to run away.

If he were in front of someone he knew, he would have already breathed on them.

But the butler was so polite that no one could find fault with him, and the little guy couldn't make things difficult for the workers, so he could only obediently maintain his silly, beady-eyed look and let the team do as they pleased.

"I...I can't choose, you guys can help me put together a combination."

Upon hearing this, the butler showed no impatience whatsoever. He actually put together a style that would suit any young person, took the little guy's measurements, and then cut it.

During this time, Wutu was also surrounded by a group of people posing for photos.

When he went to competitions before, half of his styling was done by his family, and some was done by makeup artists hired by the national team.

But the little guy has never experienced such a grand occasion before.

He had a blank expression the whole time.

Until the deacon himself undressed and dressed him.

The little guy wasn't used to being waited on like this. He was startled and finally, feeling embarrassed, asked everyone to leave.

The butler seemed somewhat distressed by Wutu's reaction:

"Miss Helena always asks us to do things for her; it's our duty. It's our fault for not helping you, and you don't need to feel guilty."

Wu Tu nodded haphazardly, then closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

But who is Helena?

The little one changed his clothes and went downstairs, only to find that the once empty living room was now filled with all sorts of servants—some serving drinks, some giving massages, some carrying fruit platters…

Winston has never been comfortable with crowds, and the little guy is even less comfortable with other people's enthusiasm.

So this was the first time Wu Tu had ever seen such a luxurious display, befitting a wealthy family.

Sitting amidst a group of people, the lady, who was the center of attention, turned her head, glanced at Wu Tu, and then smiled at Winston:

"It's surprising that you gave birth to such an obedient child."