After transmigrating through countless worlds, the Beast Tamer Cub plucked all the Heavenly Dao bein

After the party, the person was beaten up, but no evidence was left, and the Yang family was seriously offended.

Sigh, since we've already offended them so badly, maybe we shouldn't go to the engagement party?

On the way home, Feng Yuan leaned back in the passenger seat, actually feeling a little happy. He should use this time to go out for afternoon tea with Ning Bao and Qing Qing.

When they got home, it was already 11:40 p.m. Ningbao hadn't gone to sleep yet. She was curled up on the sofa, stubbornly waiting for them to come back, but she was already exhausted.

"Sister~, Ningbao is almost asleep~"

The child rubbed his eyes groggily, struggled to move around in the corner of the sofa, and finally managed to sit up.

"Why aren't you asleep so late? Aren't you going to school tomorrow?"

Feng Yuan placed the cake he had specially brought for Ning Bao on the table, then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, Ningbao doesn't have school, and your older sister is being silly~"

Ningbao found a comfortable position in Feng Yuan's arms, yawned, and even while talking, leaned her little head back. When Feng Yuan looked down, the child was already asleep.

But... Waaah, what a sad story! Ningbao doesn't have to go to school, but she has to go to work!

Feng Yuan carried Ning Bao back to her crib, and Qing Qing went to put the cake in the refrigerator. Of course, there were servants in the house, but at this hour, they were all asleep. Although Feng Yuan and Qing Qing seemed to be constantly busy, they were always very humane towards their subordinates, so they had a good reputation both at home and at the company.

How can anyone dislike a boss who makes a lot of money and has little work? But it's not easy to get into Feng Yuan's company either.

After putting Ningbao on the bed and tucking her in, Feng Yuan stretched and returned to her and Qingqing's large bedroom. Don't ask her why she insisted on sleeping with Qingqing, because she didn't know either; it was just an instinctive urge, and that's how she did it.

In fact, this is the instinct that Feng Yuan has always used to suppress the curse's erosion on Qingqing; physical contact is the most effective way. More than a thousand years have passed since he found Qingqing, and this habit is almost ingrained in Feng Yuan's bones, so it's no exception in the dream world.

"Is Ningbao asleep? Did she kick off the covers?"

Qingqing had already changed into her pajamas, and subconsciously she didn't feel there was anything wrong with sleeping with Feng Yuan. Of course, even if she did feel there was a problem, she couldn't possibly refuse Feng Yuan's suggestion.

"She's asleep. That little one falls asleep so quickly."

As Feng Yuan spoke, he picked up the pajamas that Qing Qing had just found for her:

"I specially wrapped her up in the blanket several times, so no matter how Ningbao rolls around, she definitely can't kick it off."

"Ha~ Seriously, being a kindergarten kid is so wonderful."

After changing his clothes, Feng Yuan yawned and sat on the bed.

"Do you also want to be a kindergarten child? ~A big baby who's only a little over 200 months old~"

Qingqing pulled the blanket up and jokingly remarked, finding it amusing.

"Oh, right, the 200-month-old baby wants to eat pancakes and mochi tomorrow morning, with chili and sesame filling."

Feng Yuan, with his thick skin, rolled over and hugged Qingqing tightly, even arranging lunch for her in the process:

"How about having Orleans-style roasted chicken wings for lunch every day? Remove the bones and add shrimp paste in the middle."

"They have quite a few requirements."

Qingqing reached out and pinched Feng Yuan's cheek:

"I've already promised to make Ningbao a hamburger for lunch tomorrow."

"There's no conflict. I'm injured, I need to be healed."

Qingqing, who is still currently injured:

"Alright, alright, I'll stew you another chicken tomorrow night to make you feel better!"

She was just saying it; she wouldn't actually not do it.

Feng Yuan just smiled sheepishly, completely losing his shrewdness from when he was out in public, looking like a complete fool.

……

A good night's sleep.

Well, if Feng Yuan hadn't put his leg on Qingqing, Qingqing would probably have slept better.

At 5:30 in the morning, Qingqing tore Feng Yuan off her like an octopus, then quickly washed up, dealt with the messages she received after falling asleep the night before, and then made breakfast.

There is a cook in the family, but because Ningbao and Fengyuan both prefer Qingqing's cooking, the cook is usually in a semi-retired state. Unless it's to entertain guests, Qingqing does the cooking.

As for the guests, in Feng Yuan's words, what kind of class do they have that makes Qingqing go to so much trouble to prepare such a large table of dishes to entertain them? After all, when entertaining guests, a family like theirs can't just cook a couple of home-style dishes as usual. Several large tables of food would exhaust Qingqing.

Besides, hardly anyone eats at the banquet; everyone's busy chatting. It's such a waste to have Qingqing cook; we should just book a few tables at a five-star hotel.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

By the time Qingqing finishes making breakfast, it's usually around 6:30. At that point, Fengyuan reluctantly gets out of bed.

She yawned as she finished washing up with her eyes closed, then swayed to the dining table, finally waking up to the aroma of breakfast.

Although Fengyuan only said he wanted to eat pancakes and mochi yesterday, Qingqing wouldn't just make pancakes and mochi. She made a whole table full of things: pancakes, mochi, soup dumplings, shrimp dumplings, fish balls, xiaolongbao... oh, and there was also white fungus and lotus seed soup, which was sweet. Ningbao loves sweet food the most.

However, by the time Ningbao got out of bed at 9:30 a.m., Fengyuan and Qingqing had already gone to the company. The servants heated up her breakfast, and Ningbao skillfully climbed onto the high stool, grabbed her special little spoon, and began to shovel rice into her mouth.

At 10 a.m., Ningbao's tummy was bulging from eating, and she lay on the sofa, not wanting to move at all.

Ah~ I'm sleepy again~

The child rubbed his eyes and tried to prop himself up with his little hands. Mumu had said he couldn't sleep right after eating…

Hey, who is Mumu?

Ningbao stood there dumbfounded for a long time, her little brain slowly turning, but she couldn't figure it out no matter what she did.

This sentence... this sentence sounds like something Sister Qingqing would say?

Ugh~ My head is even more muddled, I can't figure it out at all.

Ningbao hugged her head with both hands, feeling a slight headache. Was her brain about to grow?

Oh right, Qingqing said she'd make her a hamburger for lunch! What time is lunch? 11 o'clock. It's...

Ningbao glanced at the children's watch on her wrist. It was already 10:32. Well, rounding up, it was already 11 o'clock. Time to eat a hamburger! ('ω')

Ningbao understands rounding up and down, but the housekeeper is strictly guarding the microwave and refrigerator as instructed:

"Miss, you've just had breakfast, would you like to do some exercise?"

(End of this chapter)