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

When the blizzard came, Bai Ze stopped going out. The sub-beastmen didn't have thick fur and were already afraid of the cold. Now that their bodies were special, they couldn't stand the cold even a little bit.

The doors and windows in the cave were tightly closed, and two layers of animal skin curtains were hung to block the wind. The earthen bed in the living room was warm, and a fire was burning next to it. A fragrant soup made from gaga beasts was simmering on the stove.

Bai Ze, wearing a fluffy coat, sat on it, leaning against a large, soft pillow, holding a steaming cup of fruit tea in his hands, leisurely watching Mo tidy up the house, watching Jue tinker with a pile of wood, and watching Tie Dan warm himself by the fire and eat.

Around noon, Bai Ze would cook with Mo and Jue, but most of the time, he would sit on a small stool, munching on sweet and sticky roasted sweet potatoes while directing the father and son on how to cook.

During the meal, Bai Ze still had several large bowls and plates in front of him. He had a big appetite now, and it wasn't until he had eaten almost half of it that he belatedly realized what was going on. So he put down his chopsticks and began to drink his soup silently.

"What's wrong?" Mo looked at him, asking with some concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Bai Ze shook his head: "No."

"Don't you like this food?"

Bai Ze slowly raised his head, his brow furrowed, and asked Mo anxiously, "Did I eat too much?"

"Is this normal?"

"It wasn't like this when I was making jade before."

"I asked the High Priest," Mo said gently, placing a roasted gecko leg on his plate. "Don't worry."

"The great shaman said it might be a chubby little boy who can eat a lot."

Jue, who had just poured water for Tiedan, subconsciously looked at the half-finished rocking horse she had made when she heard "he's a chubby little guy who can eat a lot." She thought to herself that she should widen it a bit more, in case her little brother got stuck and couldn't sit down.

"Huh, this doesn't look like it either?" Bai Ze looked down at it. As a modern person, he knew a little bit of common sense. "Besides, being too fat isn't good either, is it?"

Mo had also asked Zhao about this, and reassured him, "The Grand Shaman will come to inspect regularly."

"If he gets too fat, he'll brew some herbal medicine to help the kid lose weight."

"Is that even possible?" Bai Ze thought this world was truly amazing, but he still secretly decided to eat a little less. The Great Shaman was so busy, so he wouldn't bother him to prescribe medicine for him.

After dinner, Jue washed the pot, while Mo squatted by the sink in the bathroom to wash clothes. When Bai Ze came over and handed him something, he suddenly saw his reflection in the water tank.

Bai Ze pinched his cheek and asked Mo, "Have I gained a lot of weight?"

Mo looked up and examined it carefully: "Not many."

Bai Ze leaned closer, letting him feel it: "Poke it, the flesh is all thicker."

Mo's hands were cold from washing clothes, so he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and took a small bite.

Bai Ze was used to it all, and eagerly asked, "Is that right?"

Mo imagined Bai Ze looking chubby and said seriously, "You're too thin. Gaining some weight will be good for your health."

And she firmly stated, "It still looks great."

Bai Ze was amused and didn't ask any more questions, since he couldn't hear a single bad word about himself from this person.

The heavy snow completely buried the roads in the village, and almost every household stayed indoors except to go to the farm to collect food.

Bai Ze has completely entered a period of "hibernation," and eating well, drinking well, and sleeping well have become his most important things.

……

In the blink of an eye, the sky cleared, the snow melted, green shoots emerged from the soil and branches, and the wind became gentle.

Spring is coming.

Bai Ze's body is gradually becoming heavy, and he can no longer wear his old clothes.

Lan and Qing brought a lot of new, the best and softest animal hides. Jue and Xi will be going to the mermaid tribe with the group soon, and they can change into some gauze to make clothes for Bai Ze.

Mo prepared breakfast and entered the cave, where he saw Bai Ze staring blankly at the stone wall above him with his eyes open.

He gently helped the man up, skillfully placing his hands on his lower back and massaging him in circular motions with just the right amount of pressure.

After a while, Bai Ze said he was hungry, so Mo took out some new clothes from the wardrobe, dressed him, and then took out a long coat.

Bai Ze said, "You don't need to wear such thick clothes."

Mo's hands didn't stop moving: "It's windy and cold this morning."

"Take it off when you get hot."

"Okay." Bai Ze obediently put it on.

Mo helped him walk out. As soon as they left the cave, Bai Ze suddenly stopped, lowered his head, and his eyes widened.

Mo immediately tensed up: "What's wrong?"

Bai Ze exclaimed in shock, "He just kicked me!"

Mo quickly carried Bai Ze to a bench covered with thick animal hides, then half-squatted in front of him, slipping his hand under the hem of his clothes and very gently touching him: "Does it hurt?"

Bai Ze shook his head: "Nothing—hiss..."

The next second, her eyes widened again, and she asked Mo, "Did you feel it?"

Mo nodded, a strange feeling welling up inside him, it was... very peculiar.

Bai Ze asked curiously, "Is it his hand or his foot?"

Mo: "Hands, they're very small."

Bai Ze exclaimed, "That's pretty powerful."

Upon hearing this, Mo couldn't help but warn the child again, "Keep it down."

"Just do it once in a while."

"If I hurt your father, I'll still beat you up."

Bai Ze couldn't help but laugh.

As soon as the sun came out, the temperature began to rise slowly. By noon, it was already a bright and sunny spring day with a gentle breeze.

Mo said he wanted to take Bai Ze out for a walk, and then pushed out a wheelchair. It was very well made, and every part of the wood was polished to an extremely smooth finish.

Bai Ze was stunned: "This...when did you make this?"

"A while ago," Mo pushed the wheelchair next to him, "come on, try sitting in it."

During that time, Bai Ze's legs were swollen and he kept getting cramps, making it very uncomfortable for him to walk. He almost fell, which scared Mo so much that he immediately went to chop some wood.

Bai Ze was very touched, but it would be too embarrassing to sit on it and be pushed around the tribe.

Anyone who didn't know better would think something had happened to him; he'd probably be the subject of concern from the west side of the tribe all the way to the east side.

Seeing that Bai Ze didn't move, Mo reached out to hug him.

"Um..." Bai Ze held Mo's hand and smiled sincerely, "I can walk by myself, really, my legs don't hurt at all."

"Let's save this wheelchair for later."

Mo seemed to be able to read Bai Ze's mind and said, "We won't go anywhere else, just stay in this area."

After saying that, he lifted the person into the wheelchair.

To be honest, it was quite comfortable to sit in. Bai Ze looked down and saw that there was a thick stack of animal hides underneath, and even a pillow was placed behind his back.

Mo went into the cave again, washed some fruit, put it in a small bamboo basket, placed it in Bai Ze's hand, and then pushed him slowly forward.

The weeds in the vicinity had been cleared away in advance, there were few mosquitoes, and the road was flat. As Bai Ze ate fruit, he looked at the tender green forest and felt the long-lost warm sunlight. He felt that life was extremely happy.