Transmigrating to the Beast World and Raising Cubs with a Black Panther

Mo walked over carrying a large stack of firewood and saw the Beast Father holding down the Sheep Beast, warmly inviting Bai Ze to come and have a drink.

Of the three, only Xiao seems to be proactive.

The sheep was terrified: Don't come any closer!

Little Bai Ze looked on in strong resistance: I don't want to go there!

Mo silently put down the firewood he had chopped, went into the cave, brought out a large stone bowl, placed it next to Xiao, and said, "Father Beast, squeeze some out for him to drink."

Xiao slapped his forehead and realized it made sense. So he rolled up his sleeves and started making goat milk for the child, getting kicked several times along the way and almost becoming the first black leopard to be bitten by a bleating beast.

In the storage room, Lan sorted out the food he had been allocated. There were piles of yellow and red sweet potatoes, several bags of eggs of all sizes, and some wild vegetables that could be stored for a long time after being dried. There were just too many fruits, some of which had already rotted a little. He picked them all out, intending to eat them later.

When Lan came out, she saw Bai Ze sitting at the stone table, flanked by Xiao and Mo on either side, staring at the stone bowl in front of him with a conflicted expression.

He walked over and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

"I made some sheep milk to nourish the cubs." Xiao pushed another bowl over, "You should drink some too, the Great Shaman said it's good for your health."

Lan said, "Give it to Mo to drink, so he can grow taller."

Mo: "Father, I don't need it."

Seeing this, Bai Ze immediately pushed his bowl towards Mo, saying, "Give mine to my brother."

"May my brother grow tall!"

Mo turned his head and pushed the bowl back: "I drank it."

The child hung his head and whispered, "Can I not drink it...?"

"No." Mo lifted his thin arm. "Look at yourself, you don't even weigh as much as a long-eared beast."

Bai Ze reluctantly held the bowl, the strong smell of mutton instantly filling his nostrils. He took a sip, and his face scrunched up as he tried to vomit, looking as pitiful as could be.

Lan couldn't bear it: "Is it that hard to drink?"

The child nodded, then shook his head, and finally swallowed it with a gulp, before weakly asking, "Can I boil it and drink it?"

"Add a tiny bit of honey."

Xiao immediately nodded, stood up and went to start a fire and set up a pot, thinking that as long as the child was willing to drink it, it was fine to cook it, it wouldn't take much effort.

Unexpectedly, the milk from the sheep, cooked with needle-tailed beast food, was fragrant, sweet, and tasted surprisingly good.

Xiao ruffled the child's hair and asked curiously, "Son, where did you learn all this?"

Bai Ze licked the milk stains from the corner of his mouth: "Grandma used to boil pure milk with sugar and add red dates."

Still unable to understand, Xiao smiled and thought the child was quite clever when it came to food.

After that, Mo had an additional task—raising sheep.

After sharpening its claws each day, it would cut grass and gather firewood along the way. If Xiao went out hunting, it would also be responsible for milking the cows. The sheep beast bullied the weak and feared the strong. Whenever Lan and Bai Ze approached, it would kick and butt them, and chase the children until they cried loudly.

Despite his small size, Mo Mei is quite afraid of him. Every time he finishes feeding Mo Mei, he waits until Mo Mei leaves before he dares to eat.

When Yan was looking for Mo to play with, he saw Bai Ze sitting on a rock, holding a bowl and drinking something. He immediately went over and asked, "What's this?"

Bai Ze said, "It's milk that my brother cooked."

Yan swallowed hard: "Is it good?"

"It's delicious! It has honey and fruit in it." The child handed over the bowl. "Would you like to try some?"

Yan had been waiting for these words, and immediately took the bowl: "Okay!"

Because Mo was nearby, Yan could only reluctantly take a small bite. He had already figured out the pattern: it was okay to take Mo's food, but he couldn't "share" Bai Ze's food too much.

After tasting this delicious treat, Yan returned home and clamored to catch a sheep beast, saying he also wanted to drink boiled milk.

Feng's expression was complicated: "How old are you? Why are you still drinking milk?"

"Are you looking for trouble?"

But in the end, Yan persuaded him to go into the forest to find the sheep beast.

……

When the first snow fell, the temperature plummeted, which preserved meat well, and the beastmen hunted more and more often. Xiao spent almost all his time traversing the forest, trying to fill his own storage room.

A fire was lit inside the cave, and Lan was cooking egg drop soup, a recipe taught by Bai Ze. He added some tender wild vegetables, making it taste much better than meat soup. Steaming hot water rose from the pot as he stirred it, watching the children outside the cave.

The snow showed no signs of stopping, falling thickly and abundantly from the sky.

Bai Ze, dressed in a fluffy animal skin robe, built a snowman outside the cave. The snow on the ground wasn't thick, and it took him a long time to gather a pile of snow.

The child squatted and rolled his hands together, his hands turning red from the cold, but he wouldn't stop because Mo had never seen a snowman before, so Bai Ze wanted his older brother to see one.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed him from behind and pulled him up. The child turned around, his eyes lighting up instantly: "Brother, you're back!"

Mo stared at his face, which was flushed red from the wind, and frowned: "Stop playing around, let's go into the cave."

Bai Ze hesitated and said, "But the snowman isn't finished yet."

"It won't run away, let's wait until the snow stops before dealing with it." Mo patted the snow off his head, picked up the croaking beast from the ground again, and urged, "Hurry up."

Bai Ze: "I—"

Mo turned his head: "Are you leaving or not?"

Bai Ze immediately followed up: "Oh."

As darkness fell earlier and earlier, Lan Jianxiao still hadn't returned, so she set aside a portion of food and put it in a pot to keep warm.

The other meats were only seasoned with salt and had a strong fishy taste, but the clucking beast and the squeaky beast were fine. Bai Ze gnawed on a chicken leg and drank hot egg soup, and his originally cold hands quickly warmed up.

Before going to sleep, Xiao returned. Hearing the noise, Lan hurriedly wrapped her robe around herself, walked out of the cave, and saw a cleaned-up Moo Moo beast lying on the ground.

As their eyes met, Xiao smiled and said, "The snow was falling heavily, which delayed us a bit on the way back."

Lan smelled a strong odor of blood, and instantly became alert, asking anxiously, "Where are you hurt?"

Knowing he couldn't hide it, Xiao downplayed the issue, saying, "I was accidentally scratched, it's nothing serious."

Then she changed the subject, saying, "I'm so hungry, is there any food?"

"Yes." Lan knew him well. After serving the food, she asked Xiao to take off his clothes. When she saw the hideous bite wounds on his back, her hand suddenly stopped.

Xiao wolfed down his food, not forgetting to hold his partner's hand and comfort him, "Just apply some medicine and it'll be fine, really."

Lan sighed softly, "Don't move, let me take care of it for you."

Bai Ze was still awake and was talking to Mo in bed, but most of it was in a way that Mo couldn't understand.

Hearing Xiao's voice, the child sat up in bed: "Uncle's back!"

Bai Ze quickly went out to take a look and saw Xiao's back, which was torn open and covered in blood.

The child was terribly worried, his eyes red-rimmed, wanting to touch him but hesitant: "Uncle, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." Xiao even showed off the muscles in his arms. "I'm really strong, I can take down a moomoo beast with one punch!"

Mo frowned: "I'll go find the Great Shaman and get some more medicine."

Having said that, he ran out of the cave before Xiao could speak.