Fang Rong felt a pang of pity. He hugged the little guy even tighter and sewed a cloth bag for work, which could hold him close to his chest. The thick clothes protected him from the wind and rain, and sometimes when he was working and sweating, he could hear his faint heartbeat.
Sweating means it's hot and the body temperature is rising. The little guy also benefits from this, feeling warm and cozy. His tiny body will stretch out to resist this big fireball.
An adult's body temperature is still too high for a child. When he feels unwell, his face turns bright red with fever, and his face, still covered in wrinkles, looks particularly unsightly. Fortunately, Fang Rong has gotten used to it.
This wasn't the first time he had rescued a small life. He had saved many small lives that were particularly weak and had very poor abilities before, but unfortunately, those creatures were not very capable.
Eighty-six percent of them are estranged from their families, ten percent died in battle, and the remaining ten percent are still working hard and have vowed to support him in the future. Although the hope seems slim, he is still very happy, at least his efforts have not been in vain.
He didn't rescue these little guys out of pure kindness; he just wanted to make his job easier.
Because both humans and animals have a basic sense of gratitude. If you treat someone well, they will treat you well in return. That's why he has had one partner after another, but he has never been replaced. Fang Rong is very content.
Mutants grow very quickly, completing their growth phase in three years. Once mature, they are sent to the battlefield, but few survive. If they are injured, they are eliminated and replaced by others. After retirement, their lives are not secure, and they have difficulty finding work. Some end up doing manual labor, while others, restless and ambitious, engage in shady dealings. The higher-ups have always viewed them as enemies.
Because of their short growth period, they need a lot of nutrition, and the food they are fed is measured in buckets, one or two buckets at a time. Some special living habits also need to be taken into account, such as whether fire-type creatures can eat water-type foods. If this is done wrong, it will cause gastrointestinal discomfort, and in severe cases, they will get sick.
Fang Rong was busy running around preparing food for them every day, and he was exhausted from cooking three meals a day. Fortunately, most of the mutants were very lazy and would sleep after eating, so he didn't need to worry about them.
The little guy is a bit of a hassle. Because he's small, he eats very little at a time, but he gets hungry again after a short while, so I have to feed him every now and then.
Especially now, it's just noon, a busy time, and he only has time to take care of the little one after he finishes his work.
He was clearly starving, groping for food on Fang Rong's chest. The soft skin pressed against his chest from time to time, which felt quite nice.
Fang Rong's rest room has a complete set of things to take care of the little guy, which were left over from the previous batch of little guys. Because this little guy was always rejected by his brothers and sisters and didn't get to eat, he specially brought him out to take care of him.
This little guy is much easier to raise than the previous batch; he's probably the easiest one to care for. He'll snuggle up to my chest whenever he smells something delicious. His favorite drink is milk, and his favorite food is rice cereal.
The rice porridge was made from artificial rice and didn't taste very good, but he ate it with relish. Perhaps because he had no teeth, he would always spill half of it, and Fang Rong would have to use a spoon to catch it and put it back into his mouth from time to time.
Taking care of children is a wonderful thing, and Fang Rong likes to treat it as a daily pleasure, as if he has children to worry about.
Moreover, this son doesn't cry or make a fuss, is easy to raise, and lets you tease him. Although he's too ugly, his soft and pink appearance still makes up for it a bit, at least you can't stand looking at him.
At first glance, it looks like a baby mouse, with a thick tail, a row of cervical vertebrae on its back that are connected to the skull and extend all the way to the tail, very clearly, like the pillars of the entire skeleton. There is also a bone spur in the middle of its forehead, which happens to be in the middle, aligned with the center of its eyebrows. The other eyes are eyes, and the nose is a nose.
His hands and feet are normal; they can contract and grasp small, weightless objects, just like a child. However, his nails are very long. Fang Rong had heard that children's nails shouldn't be cut, so he just left them as they were. He was also quite lazy and didn't want to cut them anyway.
"Should I give you a name?" Fang Rong was teasing his brothers and sisters. He had five brothers and sisters, all of them plump and fat, pure white, with fluffy feathers on their wings, making them look exceptionally cute.
"Is he really my biological son?" he teased the little guy who had just finished eating and was asleep.
"The surname will definitely be mine, but what should I call him?" Fang Rong muttered to himself. "Fang Hua? Fang Zheng? Fang... never mind, I'll just call him Fang Hua. It's a bit old-fashioned, but it's easy to pronounce."
"Fang Hua, Fang Hua, you get used to it after hearing it so many times."
Fang Hua was incredibly lucky. Every time Fang Rong thought he was about to die, he was still alive, breathing weakly, with his eyes tightly closed, his heartbeat almost inaudible, as if he was in great pain.
His birth was probably painful.
However, he still survived. The little guy's growth period was very short, and he changed almost every day. In just a few days, he had already gained a lot of weight and could even covet the meat in Fang Rong's mouth, although he was still thinner than others.
In 2180, human life was filled with hardship, and food and drink were naturally inadequate. All food was artificial, or hormone-injected meat that could grow up in a week, like an inflating balloon.
At first, it could perfectly imitate the taste of natural meat, but the longer it went on, the more humans forgot the taste of real natural meat. Over time, the taste of food became increasingly bland, and now it only has a faint taste but no real flavor.
The little guy ate with relish, as if afraid someone would take it from him. He was still young and didn't know when he was full or hungry. He would feel hungry when he saw others eating and want to eat too. He wouldn't even realize when he was stuffed, and he would only stop when he felt nauseous.
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