Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

Herroy's innermost barrier was shattered by his father's simple yet heartwarming words.

He happily threw himself into his father's arms and cried loudly, his little shoulders trembling with sobs, his tears soaking a large patch of fabric on his father's chest.

Manjushri hugged him tightly, patting his back gently, saying nothing, quietly accompanying the little one as he cried out all the grievances that had been building up in his heart for so long, and silently scolding the 'despicable Yulis'.

Gradually, the crying subsided.

When Wenshu looked down, he realized that the little one had fallen asleep on his shoulder, with glistening tears still clinging to his eyelashes, and his little hands tightly gripping his clothes, unwilling to let go.

The sky outside the window had darkened, and a cool evening breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window.

Manjushri held the little cub who was crying so hard that he couldn't bear to let go, but he was also worried that the cub would hurt its stomach if it slept on an empty stomach. After hesitating for a moment, he asked 001 to cook a pot of nutritious porridge.

Twenty minutes later, 001 slid out of the kitchen carrying a steaming bowl of porridge, then served it to the two main insects in separate bowls to cool.

The porridge was cooked until it was thick and soft, the rice grains had dissolved, and a delicate aroma wafted over.

Wenshu looked down at the still-sleeping baby, picked him up and carried him to the dining room, whispering in his ear, "Yiyi, wake up, eat something before you sleep, okay?"

Heroyee's eyelashes trembled, and her little nose wrinkled, as if she smelled the aroma of porridge in her dream.

He groggily opened his eyes, and before his vision could focus, he was met with a spoonful of hot porridge—his father had placed the spoon to his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth.

Before she was fully awake, Heroi opened her mouth and ate it in a daze.

The warm porridge slid down my throat, its texture fragrant and sticky, with a hint of meaty savory flavor.

He chewed and swallowed, then was fed a second and a third spoonful... He was fed half a bowl spoonful by spoonful by his father until he finally woke up completely.

"Father male..."

Holoi blinked, watching her father bring a spoonful of hot porridge to her lips, and quickly reached out to take it. "I... I can do it myself!"

Manjushri smiled and deliberately tilted the spoon to avoid the little hand that the baby reached out: "Father has already fed you half, Yi Yi, why don't you let Father feed you the rest?"

"No……"

Heroie shook his head resolutely. He wanted to be a little female insect that would make his father worry-free, and he couldn't have his father feed him!

Besides, he's already a year old, not some tiny insect that's just hatched.

"Father, I can do it myself!"

As he spoke, he twisted his little body, preparing to jump off his father's lap immediately.

But Manjushri's arms were tightly wrapped around him, holding him firmly on his legs. He struggled a couple of times, but didn't budge.

"Father?" Heroi looked up, puzzled, at her father.

This time, Manjushri did not let him have his way. After all, it's not good for such a young child to be too sensible!

He tightened his grip on her arm, looked down into her eyes, and asked tentatively, his tone tinged with feigned grievance, "What? Doesn't Yi Yi want her father to feed her? Does Yi Yi hate her father?"

The next second, Holoi froze in fright, her tail standing straight up: "No! I like my father! I just... I just..."

He was so anxious that he could barely speak, not knowing what he had done wrong that made his father misunderstand him as disliking him.

He hurriedly grabbed his father's clothes, his little face filled with bewilderment.

Seeing that he was panicking and about to cry again, Manjushri quickly reassured him: "Alright, alright, Father knows, Yi Yi doesn't need to explain."

He bent down and kissed the baby's forehead to comfort her, then continued, "Yi Yi just loves her father too much, that's why she doesn't want to trouble him, right?"

Heroy nodded vigorously, "Mmm-hmm!"

Wenshu pinched the little one's cheek: "Then let me tell you, your father just loves Yiyi so much that he wanted to feed her!"

But Heroiy still shook her head, insisting, "I can eat by myself!"

Manjushri had to try another approach: "Would Yi Yi be willing to feed Xiongfu?"

"Yes!" Heroi replied without hesitation.

"That's more like it!"

Taking the opportunity, Manjushri fed the baby another spoonful of porridge, saying, "Yi Yi likes her father and is willing to feed him, so it's the same for her father, understand?"

"what……"

Holoi felt confused by her father's words; her little head turned several times but still couldn't figure it out.

But before he could figure out the logic, the next mouthful of porridge was brought to his lips, and he had no choice but to obediently open his mouth and eat it.

And just like that, the bowl of porridge was emptied without anyone noticing.

Wenshu took a tissue and wiped the porridge stains from the corner of the baby's mouth, asking with concern, "Is Yiyi full? Would you like another bowl?"

Holoi nodded honestly: "Yes, but can Father let me eat it myself?"

"Can."

Manjushri knew that everything should be done step by step, and he should not be forced every time, otherwise things would go to extremes and backfire.

He kissed the baby's forehead, then put the baby in the high chair next to him and said, "Yiyi, you can eat by yourself."

Unexpectedly, he heard Heroie ask, "If my father feeds me a bowl of porridge, will he kiss me?"

This time it was Manjushri's turn to be confused. He blinked, and it took him two seconds for his brain to process what had happened. It turned out that the little one had equated being fed porridge with receiving a kiss.

He sighed silently to himself.

Despite having worked at the orphanage for so long and claiming to understand children's thoughts, he still couldn't fully grasp the mind of this little one.

"Yes," Wenshu smiled and continued, following the child's words, "Does Yiyi want her father to feed her?"

Herroy's eyes lit up instantly, and her stubbornness of "I want to eat by myself" was instantly forgotten.

He shouted, "Yes! I want my father to feed me!"

Manjushri picked up another bowl of porridge, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and held it to the baby's mouth: "Come on, Yiyi, open your mouth, ah..."

Heroy immediately opened her mouth and began to eat in large mouthfuls.

After each bite, he would look up at his father, as if anticipating: What about the next bite? Has the next bite come yet?

Seeing his anxious yet obedient little face, Manjushri could only feed him while kissing the baby's forehead, making the tips of Hero's ears turn red, but the feeding frequency did not drop at all.

Finally, after the second bowl of porridge was finished, Heroiyi's little belly was rounder...