The baby's fur was all licked messy, but it didn't resist at all. Instead, it just lay bonelessly on its father's chest and smacked its lips twice.
Si Qiannan kissed her baby's cool, tear-stained, salty face and coaxed:
Are you hungry?
The cub nodded.
Si Qiannan then turned to the housekeeper and asked him to prepare a family feast, specifically telling him to make several dishes for the children.
Unsure of what to do, the butler simply handed the menu to Si Qiannan. Looking at the single page of desserts, Si Qiannan said directly:
"Let's do this page."
"Also, bring some liniment for bruises and sprains, I'll massage his wrist."
Everyone watching felt a chill run down their spines.
It wasn't because of the cubs, but because of Si Qiannan, who was so sickeningly sweet in front of them.
"Ugh, this is disgusting, I feel nauseous..."
One of them whispered something.
However, they could understand the dramatic changes in Si Qiannan, which were akin to a genetic mutation.
After all, after the cub's combo attack, the brothers were probably even less capable than Si Qiannan. They could only turn into grotesque creatures on the spot, crawling around in a dark and twisted manner, sucking the cub until it cried and called for its father.
They were captivated by the sweet everyday moments between the father and son, yet couldn't help feeling a bit sick of it.
If only the kids treated them like that, they wouldn't have to "virtually adore" them.
Recalling how the cub had greeted them and held their hands earlier, the group exchanged glances and concluded that the cub would be easy to seduce.
So they quickly took out the gifts they had prepared for the cubs.
The child was still a kid, and he always had endless anticipation and enthusiasm for the gifts he received, but he didn't expect that the Si family's style of giving gifts was to compete with each other.
After all, they are not meticulous people; their decisiveness lies in their concise methods, so they always give expensive or large gifts.
Because the assistants considered that the cubs might not be able to understand the value of the gifts, they could only buy larger ones.
Toy cars you can drive, claw machines from shopping malls, mini karaoke machines, a full set of life-size Disney dolls...
When the cub saw the gifts being carried into the hall, its expression almost went blank with shock.
He wasn't unfamiliar with gifts or toys, but this was the first time the cub had ever seen so many gifts that could drown him.
When his aunt tried to put a bear plush toy bigger than an adult in front of him, the cub thought the bear looked like it could eat him.
But after the cub realized what was happening, it excitedly climbed onto the bear's belly, and even its father lost favor.
Si Qiannan looked at the cub who was beaming with joy at the slightest bit of sunlight and tried to persuade him to come down and stop eating on the doll, but the cub turned around and hugged his bear, shaking his head.
So, Si's father had no choice but to patiently follow the baby and carry the rice bowl to the sofa in the living room.
Si Qiannan always doubted whether she was spoiling the cub too much, while at the same time she felt that she was not giving enough and should give the cub more love.
Until the third aunt next to him came over, looking at Si Qiannan ingratiatingly:
"Cousin, go and offer a toast to the old man. I'll take care of the baby. I promise I'll take good care of him!"
Wow, it turns out these guys went all out to shower the little one with gifts in order to win his favor.
Si Qiannan looked at the cub's obvious affection for the bear plush toy and felt a pang of sympathy.
The child needs more than just his love.
The child was born to be loved by everyone.
He should experience all the beauty in the world and feel the love and care from all his family members.
Si Qiannan hopes he is confident, fulfilled, and happy.
So he nodded and agreed to let his younger sister come over and greet the cub slowly, as if it were a rare animal.
"Hello baby, I'm your third aunt."
The cub was very fond of his aunt who had given him a gift, and opened his arms to ask for a hug.
She reached out and picked up the cub, unable to help but exclaim in surprise:
"It's so soft!"
This feels completely different from hugging a plush toy!
Although the doll was also fluffy, it was still a cold, inanimate object. But as soon as she gently picked up the cub and put it in her arms, she could feel a warm, soft little creature pressed against her.
"Ahhh, hurry, hurry, how should I hold him?"
The usually expressionless auntie's face contorted in agony after holding the cub. Afraid of frightening the little one in her arms, she could only frantically ask her cousin for help in a breathy voice.
Seeing his sister's helpless expression as she held the baby, Si Qiannan immediately recalled the first time he held a cub.
With the same tone and the same expression, he was unaware that the cub's future was now inextricably linked to his.
Si Qiannan softened his voice and walked over to give instructions:
"You should hold his leg with your right hand, and then he can sit on your hand. The baby will feel safe in your embrace. You can use your other hand to stroke the back of his neck to prevent him from turning his head or leaning back sometimes. Children don't know how to be gentle."
When the cub nestled against her aunt's neck, she couldn't help but let out another happy sigh.
The others watching were incredibly envious.
Those who were closer to this cousin had already started poking her in the back:
"Hey, are you holding me properly? I want to hold you too!"
"Me too!"
"Line up! Line up! You can't cut in line just because you're older than me!"
So the cub then moved from one of its relatives to another.
Only now did the cub truly understand that this affection was different from the affection shown to him by the passersby before.
Although the cub was popular with people of all ages and genders, they were never close to the cub; at most, the cub would be patted on the head and given a friendly smile.
But now these relatives are different; everyone seems to have no barriers with their young.
They were like family who had known each other for a long time, naturally embracing, caring for each other, and... playfully sucking on each other's cheeks.
The baby was treated like a toy, snatched and fought over by several family members, moving from one to another in their arms. Perhaps the baby was already used to it, because when he was lifted up so that no one could reach him, he was still stuffing a bag of Want Want Little Buns into his mouth.
The crumbs from the kid's snacks were scattered on the head of the uncle who had previously pinched his wrist until it turned blue.
叔叔臭着脸抬头，看见幼崽一脸淡定被举到他的头顶时，他啧了一声，一拳揍在那个没轻没重举着幼崽的家伙身上，然后把幼崽抢了过来。
The boy looked at him.
He really didn't know how to hold a cub, and he didn't dare to hold it again for fear of hurting it again. So he could only support the cub under its armpits with both hands, watching the cub's feet dangle in the air, its little toes, like steamed buns, rubbing back and forth with the rhythm of chewing.
Finally, the little one curled up his legs, giggled, and said to the grumpy-faced uncle:
"Feifei".
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