In the end, Zheng Lanxiang simply bought back the small machine that the other person was selling.

The shopkeeper said, "I used to sell these little machines, and I still have a bunch at home. If you really want one, you can take it for 5 task points."

Zheng Lanxiang thought: This is really cheap, about the same price as eight sticks.

These 5 task points were well spent.

Swipe your card!

He picked up a brand-new little machine and walked home excitedly.

As for Ge Dongwei, she had completely forgotten about him.

The first thing she does when she gets home is go to the kitchen to see who cooked. If it's her daughter, then she'll have to change her opinion of Xiao Xie.

Then, I looked into the kitchen.

Not to mention the spatula, even the knife is still in its original place.

Zheng Lanxiang went to ask, "Didn't you eat lunch?"

Jiang Shu pointed to a pile of snacks that had been completely devoured: "I saw you go out, so I took out some snacks to eat. I'm full and don't want to eat dinner."

Xie Yin tasted a potato chip and understood what crispy meant, so he didn't want any more.

He doesn't have the complex taste buds of humans, so he can't distinguish between good and bad; he only needs to replenish his energy.

This makes the food sources more diverse, but at the same time, it diminishes the fun of foraging.

Zheng Lanxiang couldn't do anything about them.

She was eating alone and didn't want to cook, so she just boiled water in the kettle and made a packet of instant noodles.

After finishing her lunch, she called Jiang Shu out to provoke the research machine: "How do we use this thing? There's also a jar of sugar in the kitchen, enough for us to squander."

Jiang Shuyin smiled and said, "I'll go get some candy and chopsticks, and we'll try turning it on directly."

"So, we don't need to worry about the temperature and stuff?" Zheng Lanxiang asked, looking at the controller.

When you turn it on, it displays 45 degrees.

Jiang Shuyin has never played this game before, so she'll give it a try first.

After turning on the machine, the silk started coming out quickly. She used a chopstick to roll and roll it until it was round and full, and handed it to her mother: "Call Qingwu and the others out to take a look. I think I've figured it out."

Xie Yin brought the little ones out, and he glanced at them, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Qingwu: "I want the black one, Mom."

Fei Tao: "Mom, I want the red one."

Jiang Shuyin: "I can only make basic white styles, please bear with me."

Zheng Lanxiang tried her best to meet her grandchildren's extra requests, rummaging through drawers and cabinets at home looking for things that could be dyed.

Edible dyeing materials are not hard to find, such as dragon fruit, black beans, and madder. But what about Qingwu, Feitao, and Heimei?

Jiang Shuyin treated everyone equally; they were all white.

Zheng Lanxiang bought things to appease her child, but was scolded by her daughter: "We can't spoil the child. Today she wants this, tomorrow she wants that. What can we possibly do?"

Then she turned to the children and said, "If you really want something, then—go for it yourself."

Qingwu wrapped his body up, leaving only one chopstick sticking out. At first glance, it looked like a huge black string strung on the chopstick.

He didn't inherit the human sense of taste, so he was very unhappy when he heard Heimei and the others say it was sweet.

Heimei was his first younger sister, and they had a fairly good relationship.

Shui Ning is a newborn cub and is not worthy to fight him.

Qingwu then turned his spear towards ICE and suddenly accelerated towards him.

Caught off guard, ICE dropped the chopsticks on the ground, which clattered loudly.

Jiang Shuyin shifted her gaze to him: "Qingwu, did you bully your younger brother?"

Qingwu shook his body: "He's not my brother. He doesn't even look like me."

Jiang Shuyin stared intently: "Then why do you call me Mom when we don't look alike?"

Qingwu paused for a moment: "...A mother is a mother. She has a sense of touch and a scent. She won't mistake her."

Zheng Lanxiang picked up the chopsticks from the ground, rolled them up again, and handed them to ICE.

ICE refused, clenching his fist.

Zheng Lanxiang was heartbroken and didn't know what to do, so she stood there pacing back and forth.

Xie Yin was about to make a move when Jiang Shu stopped him: "Since you don't think he's your brother, he doesn't have to give way to you, right?"

Qingwu immediately retorted, "What do you mean by 'giving way to me'? Human form is so weak."

Jiang Shuyin said no more, took ICE's hand and whispered, "You two have a serious fight and see if he's being unreasonable or if you respect and love your brother."

"Both of you need to be careful with your actions and stop when you've made your move."

The venue was provided by Xie Yin, who created a dimensional cube on the coffee table in the middle of the sofa and put ICE and Qingwu inside.

Upon entering the arena, ICE finally raised his head, tilting his chin slightly upwards, to look at his older brother floating above him.

As the firstborn child, Qingwu resembled his father the most, but his initial attributes were relatively poor.

Because at that time, Jiang Shuyin, being a maternal figure, only had a single-digit number of attributes.

Apart from Heimei, the other offspring were born after her body was strengthened, and their initial attributes were all stronger than Qingwu's. Even if they had a few weaknesses, they could make up for them with other attributes.

Within the Dimensional Cube, Qingwu launched the first attack, using his old trick of wrapping his head around the opponent's head.

It restricts vision, breathing, and hearing, and breaks down organic tissues, among other things.

ICE immediately created a protective shield with ice, temporarily blocking Qingwu.

The latter didn't take ice seriously; its father had taught it how to penetrate solids.

Qingwu wasn't very skilled at using it; as soon as he passed through one layer of ice, a new layer immediately formed to wait for him.

ICE seemed to be handling it with ease. When Qingwu's body crossed the three layers of ice, ice walls immediately formed on all four sides.

Qingwu was trapped inside the ice cube, and the ice layer outside was constantly thickening, much faster than Qingwu could cross it.

Xie Yin: "Qingwu lost."

Jiang Shuyin nodded: "Once Qingwu travels to the middle, he will be frozen in the center of the ice layer."

The black fog is a large unit composed of countless small molecules. The wind can disperse them, while the cohesive force of ice can confine them.

ICE emerged from the dimensional space, while Xie Yin left Qingwu inside: "His personality is somewhat unconventional and needs tempering. Let him stay inside for a while."

For the indifferent Black Mist Clan, Qingwu's competitive nature is indeed quite unusual.

ICE's joy at winning was fleeting.

When he came out, he looked more like the loser, with his head hanging low.

Jiang Shuyin rewarded him with two sticks: "Aren't you happy to have won?"

ICE licked the sweet candy: "Mommy, where is my father?"

Zheng Lanxiang's eyes widened: "This—"

Jiang Shuyin pressed her mother's hand down and looked at ICE: "I won't help you find him. If you want, I'll tell you the address."

ICE looked up, his dark eyes fixed on her: "I won't leave Mom."

He was just curious how his biological father would treat him if he were alive.

His mother didn't favor any of her children; her fairness made him feel it was unfair.

Because mothers will never know that every child wants to be favored.