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

Manjushri's head was tilted slightly to one side, his breathing was even and long, and his eyebrows and eyes were relaxed. He looked really exhausted.

After all, even an iron-willed adult would be exhausted after playing wildly with an energetic little cub all day!

Heroy opened her mouth, then swallowed her words back.

He sighed, obediently carried over the plate that was bigger than his face, and carefully placed it on the stone platform.

He stood in front of the grill, waiting for the fish to be cooked to their full flavor. Then, he used a small spatula to transfer the two fish intact onto a plate—the skin was whole and undamaged, golden brown and crispy, with an excellent appearance.

The grill was empty, but the charcoal was still burning brightly.

Meanwhile, 001 had somehow slid to the grill, its robotic arm carrying strings of marinated meat, which it methodically arranged on the wire mesh.

The two main insects are responsible for grilling the fish, while the other insect is responsible for grilling the meat. This is a new program that the main insect set for 001 (because the first time the main insect forgot to divide the tasks, the fish was burnt and the meat was undercooked, so all the work was for nothing).

Heroy carried two large plates of grilled fish to another table. As soon as he put the plates down, a few drops of hot oil suddenly splattered and landed squarely on the back of his hand.

A sharp burning pain shot through her little hand. Heroie looked down at the few small red marks on the back of her hand, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

The insect cubs that have been pampered by their fathers will cry!

He immediately turned around, ran a few steps, and then buried his head in his father's arms, bursting into tears without saying a word.

The crying was loud and aggrieved, seemingly carrying an accusation of "I'm so good, why did the oil have to burn my hand?"

Manjushri was startled awake by the sudden crying. Before his eyes were fully open, his arms instinctively tightened around the baby, holding him tightly to his chest, while his other hand gently patted his back.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Wenshu's voice was extremely anxious, "What happened to Yiyi? Did she fall from the tree? Quickly, let Xiongfu take a look!"

Heroie was crying so hard that she didn't respond for a moment, but her tears continued to fall, soaking a small patch of her father's shirt.

Manjushri had no choice but to put him on his lap, intending to check if he had hurt himself anywhere.

But as soon as the baby was put down, he curled up into a ball, like a frightened hedgehog, and refused to open his arms or straighten his legs.

This made Manjushri feel incredibly guilty. Sure enough, he should have kept a closer eye on things!

After all, his son is at a lively and active age, so how could he relax just because his son doesn't need him to worry too much?

If he really falls from a height and suffers a hundred days of broken bones, then what's the difference between him and 'Yulis' who harmed the baby?

孽 孽!

"How about letting Xiong's father see Yi Yi?"

Manjushri softened his voice, stroking the baby's back gently. "Father, check where Yi Yi fell, is it serious...?"

He asked for a long time, but the baby was still crying.

Finally, after crying her heart out and letting go of most of her pent-up frustration, Holoiyi stretched out the back of her hand to her father, still sobbing, and told him, "It hurt a lot here just now."

When Manjushri looked down, he noticed several small red dots on the back of his baby's fair hand. The edges were slightly red, and the dots smelled like barbecue, making him want to take a bite.

He paused for a moment, then bent down and blew on the baby's skin.

Out of curiosity, Manjushri jokingly asked him, "Is Yi trying to coat herself in oil and roast herself?"

It's no wonder he asked that question; kids' thought processes are always unpredictable.

He had seen it before at the orphanage, where some children would smear jam on their heads, thinking that this would turn them into strawberry-flavored kids!

Upon hearing this, Holoiyi was so angry that she forgot her pain, her little face puffed out: "Father!!!"

"I'm not that stupid! The oil just jumped onto me on its own..."

At this point, his expression suddenly changed drastically, as if he had thought of some terrifying story.

Holoi was terrified, her lips trembling as she asked, "Father! Did I grill the fish, so the fish is going to grill me too?"

Upon hearing this, Manjushri forgot even to blow on the baby's hand. Holding the little hand that was still outstretched in mid-air, he leaned back and burst into a deafening laugh:

"Haha ...

"Father!" Heroiyi cried out anxiously.

"Haha ...