2. **Perception Enhancement:** Your fingertips' tactile perception is elevated to its limit, allowing you to permanently feel the heat/cold of dripping milk and the anxiety it brings.**
3. **Time loop:** Each time the brewing fails, it will be reset immediately (milk overflows, and Prince Zero will cry in anger).**
4. **Title Binding:** The punished person will receive the title of "Eternal Hand Shake Officer" (soul bound, visible in reincarnation, and comes with a milk stain aura).**
**[Effective immediately! Covering all heavens! Tracing cause and effect! Enforced!]**
**[Appendix: Candidate for the first 'Eternal Hand-Shaking Officer': Hu Yanzhuo, the vanguard general of the Northern Di expedition to the south.]**
"Eternal...milk?"
“The temperature never reaches the standard?”
"Colander bottle?"
"His Highness Zero's howling is reset?"
"Hand shake officer?"
Imagine the eternal, hopeless scene of failed attempts to make milk, accompanied by the angry cries of a baby. All the generals and monarchs who heard this punishment felt their fingers begin to tremble uncontrollably. This punishment... was a precise strike against all those warmongers who attempted to stir up trouble during mealtime!
Xiao Jue held the arrow shaft, stained with his daughter's milk and saliva, and gazed at the childish yet profoundly profound "Milk-stained Peace Picture" on it. He then looked down at his sleeping daughter in his arms. Lingbao's little mouth moved, as if she were savoring the sweetness of her morning milk in a dream. A strand of crystal saliva slid down the corner of her mouth and dripped onto Xiao Jue's cold wristband, leaving a small, warm, wet mark.
Outside the window, the sky was already bright. The smoke from the beacon fire at Zhenlang Pass had long since dissipated in the wind, leaving only the clear blue sky above the royal city. Last night's bloody storm, the flashes of swords and sabers thousands of miles away, in this morning light and the scent of milk, all turned into a wisp of dust beside my daughter's sleeping face.
His broad palm gently brushed Lingbao's soft cheek, his fingertips stained with the warm milk. The cold sheath of the Guihong ruler seemed to be tinged with a hint of warmth from the milk. His deep eyes, looking beyond the window lattice, cast their gaze upon the vast lands and mountains once shrouded in war, before finally resting on the small ball of warmth in his arms.
A deep voice, carrying a sense of exhaustion from returning from the battlefield and a sense of relief from seeing through the smoke of gunpowder, flowed softly amidst Lingbao's even breathing:
"The sound of war drums and horns cannot destroy the fragrance of porridge at dawn."
"Even the iron cavalry cannot crush the glimmer of light in the cradle."
"This vast expanse of smoke, the roar of thousands of soldiers..."
He lowered his head and gently rubbed his chin against Lingbao's milky-scented hair, his voice as soft as a sigh.
"…I was ultimately no match for the half-full bottle of…still-warm morning milk in my son's arms."
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