Douluo Continent: My wife, Qian Renxue, gave birth to the Seven Calabash Brothers.

Chapter 112 Seventh Brother is hungry, and Bibi Dong, who is raising a child for the first time, is dumbfounded.

Looking at the innocent and adorable Seventh Child, Bibi Dong sighed, feeling somewhat helpless.

She knew that once the child knew the truth, he might no longer listen to her.

Moreover, Bibi Dong was also worried that if the child knew the truth, would he hate her?

Bibi Dong shook her head, deciding to stop thinking about these things.

She told herself that the most important thing now was to raise this child into a powerful person, so that the Spirit Hall would have a better chance of achieving hegemony.

As for other things, we'll talk about them later.

Suddenly, as if remembering something important, Bibi Dong began to instruct Qiwa again: "You must remember, you can't believe what other people say in the future. Only your grandmother can be trusted, understand?"

"Grandma, why?" Seven asked, tilting her little head.

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of some possibilities, and said in a deep voice...

"Because in the future, some people might say he's your brother and that you look a lot like him, but that's just them trying to fool you, you know?"

"And all that talk about your great-grandfather, about taking you to see your mother, that's all a lie, you understand?"

"You can't trust them at all. They're all utterly wicked people... They just want to trick you into leaving your grandmother. Do you want to leave your grandmother?"

Bibi Dong looked at Seventh Brother, who immediately shook his head and shouted.

"I don't want to leave Grandma...no!!"

Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction and continued to give instructions.

"Anyway, you must remember this... everyone in this world except Grandma is a bad person!"

Bibi Dong felt a little guilty when she said this, after all, she had lied to Seventh Brother and dragged Shi Batian and First Brother into the mess, and she hadn't forgotten to keep an eye on Qian Daoliu.

Bibi Dong's slightly guilty expression only lasted for a moment.

Then, Seventh Child nodded thoughtfully and said, "Okay, Grandma, they are all bad people, I won't believe them... Don't worry."

The brainwashing over the past few days has completely confused Qiwa's memory. She feels that the woman in front of her is everything to her... and she should believe whatever she says!

Inside the secret chamber of the Spirit Hall, the eldest, second, and third children were enjoying their meal when they suddenly sneezed in unison. They thought to themselves, "Is Father thinking of us?"

Then he buried himself in his food again.

An old man in the offering hall also sneezed and touched his nose, unable to figure out why.

As Bibi Dong was deep in thought, a childish voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Grandma, I'm hungry."

Seven-Wa stretched out his small body and extended his two chubby little hands, making a gesture of longing for a hug.

"Ah... are you hungry?"

Seeing this, Bibi Dong had no choice but to gently pick up the little purple dumpling who was unsteady on his feet and try to soothe him. However, she was immediately thrown into a panicked state of helplessness.

Hungry?

What should we do? The child is hungry, what should we feed them? Although Bibi Dong is Qian Renxue's mother, from the moment Qian Renxue was born...

She hated her to the core, and even had the extreme urge to strangle Qian Renxue to death, not to mention the Qian Renxue she had taken care of when she was a child.

As she watched Seventh Brother's lips slowly approach her embrace, Bibi Dong's face instantly flushed crimson, and she immediately understood what Seventh Brother might do next.

Isn't it obvious what a baby should eat?

She turned her head away, steeled herself, and thought to herself: Fine, I'll eat it.

But Seventh Brother did not continue with his actions, and Bibi Dong did not sense Seventh Brother approaching for a long time, so she slowly turned her head away.

Seventh Brother shook his head vigorously at Bibi Dong and said, "Grandma, I don't want this. I don't like this."

Bibi Dong stared at the child in surprise, only to see him shaking his head vigorously, like a rattle drum. Bibi Dong's face turned even redder; she realized she had been mistaken.

Afterwards, Bibi Dong remained at a loss, pacing back and forth in place while holding the Seventh Baby.

"They won't drink milk... What does a little baby like to eat?"

Bibi Dong was so upset that she felt terrible. Raising a child was so difficult, it felt even more troublesome than being the Pope of the Spirit Hall!

"Grandma... I'm hungry..."

Seventh child repeated pitifully, his little face full of grievance and longing.

"Okay, okay... Grandma will find you something delicious right away."

Bibi Dong hurriedly agreed and then began a frantic brainstorming session.

"Oh right... this is also a Calabash Brother. This child should be the same as the previous Calabash Brothers, right?"

Bibi Dong thought to herself that the Calabash Brothers she had captured before were like reincarnated starving ghosts, eating almost anything.

This child is probably similar!

Remember this!

Bibi Dong hurriedly instructed her subordinates to bring her some food.

Subsequently, all sorts of food, including large amounts of fish and meat, were continuously brought into the secret room like a flowing stream.

Those responsible for delivering the meals had no idea what was going on; all they knew was that their esteemed Pope's appetite had been increasing in recent days.

It's almost become a habit over this period of time.

One of the guards couldn't help but complain, "How come His Holiness the Pope is suddenly eating so much? With so much food, anyone who didn't know better would think His Holiness the Pope is raising several ferocious soul beasts in there."

"Shut up! If you don't want to lose your life, don't talk about His Holiness the Pope," another guard quickly whispered.

Then, another group of people began to busy themselves preparing food.

Before long, several guards brought out the food.

A dazzling array of delicacies filled the long table, each dish exuding an irresistible allure.

The brightly colored roast duck, with its crispy skin and tender meat, and its golden skin shimmering with an oily sheen, seemed to beckon diners to quickly savor this wonderful combination of crispness and tenderness.

The exquisite pastries are small and delicate, with unique shapes. Some resemble blooming flowers, while others look like cute little animals. The delicate dough wraps around sweet fillings, making them mouthwatering just to look at.

And then there's the braised pork knuckle, stewed until tender and flavorful, with its reddish-brown color, rich aroma, and melt-in-your-mouth texture—every bite seems to tell a story of the chef's exquisite skills.

The plump seafood, steamed to retain its original freshness, is tender and bouncy, while the succulent crab meat is white as jade, exuding the fresh aroma of the sea.

A variety of vegetable dishes, lush and vibrant, refreshing and delicious, seem to be the purest gift from nature, adding a touch of freshness and health to this feast.

Every dish in the Manchu Han Imperial Feast is as tempting as a work of art, making people intoxicated by this culinary paradise.

Bibi Dong looked at the food and smiled with satisfaction, thinking to herself, "With so much food, surely there's one I'll like."

After all, she had made sure that all the guards had their food prepared.

(End of this chapter)