“But the baby is with his dad now. The baby is eating cake, and the dad should eat cake too. You should each have one.”
The butler immediately spoke up to set an example for Mephisto, otherwise, given that Mephisto had little experience with raising children, he would have definitely agreed, and the baby would have turned into a chubby little boy who ate snacks all day long.
He didn't know that the baby wasn't actually greedy; it was just that the baby hadn't been able to eat its favorite foods before, which caused it to hoard food, a behavior that gave it a sense of satisfaction.
His favorite thing to do was to count the candy his dad prepared for him every day and see how much he had left.
Moreover, his father had already taught him rules such as "not being picky about food and not wasting food."
The butler stared at the baby for a moment, thinking that the baby would act like a normal child, begging for more favor from the adults and getting the family's unique pampering from the two small cakes.
But the cub didn't try to whine at all; in this matter, he was so sensible it was almost heartbreaking, and he quickly nodded as if it were perfectly natural.
"Okay, one cake for Dad and one for the baby."
The butler fell silent. He squatted down and continued to ask the cub, "So, baby, will you give Daddy the bigger piece of cake, or the smaller one?"
Baby: "Daddy eats the big portion, baby eats the small portion! Daddy is so big, Daddy eats the big cake."
"Is Daddy hungry? Daddy needs to eat first."
The butler watched the cub's unwavering spirit of sacrifice, which made him feel both heartache and a sense of relief.
Such a little creature would indeed only be devoured if it were outside; luckily, it was discovered by Admiral Mephisto…
Even the butler couldn't bear it, and in the end, he gave the cub two small cakes.
Even though it was said that Mephisto wouldn't eat the little cake, the cub still couldn't bear to eat the reward it had received. The cub carefully looked at the cutely decorated little cake for a long time and tugged at the butler's trouser leg.
"For Uncle."
The butler's eyes: loving.
She was so loving it was almost unbelievable.
"To be honest, General, I have dedicated my entire life to the Lorenzo family, but you insisted on making me raise such a cub in my old age, so that I would understand what a truly adorable little guy looks like... I really don't know how I was so tolerant of you and the young ladies and gentlemen, you naughty little devils?"
Mephius had no way to respond.
He could only pick up the cub, help him put away the little cake, and then eat his main meal.
Aside from vegetables he particularly dislikes, Zai Zai is generally not picky about food and will eat almost anything that comes his way. Moreover, when the housekeeper and his father help him, he will bow and say thank you.
Just like a cat that smells food and starts jumping and circling around a human, at this moment the kitten will agree to do anything you ask.
Mephisto watched the kitten purring as it buried its head in its food, remembering how it would try to please its father after a couple of bites, wanting him to rub its belly. Mephisto wished he could give the kitten all the delicious food in the world at once.
Whether it's abundant food or resources, excessive pampering or mature guidance, whether it's teachers, friends or confidants, Mephisto hopes to give everything to the cubs all by himself.
He can be the best; he has always been the best.
He can be everything the cubs can be.
Protecting the cubs from the wind and rain of the outside world.
No one, whether alpha or any other gender, can harm him.
Because of this thought, and because the more time he spent with the cub, the more worried he became, Mephisto changed his habit of almost always being stationed on the starship.
After his family members left one by one, Mephius rarely returned home.
But now, Mephius ordered his adjutant to bring back all his personal belongings from the warship. In truth, he didn't have many items—just some ordinary toiletries and a change of clothes. Mephius was so frugal that even his command quarters, where he had lived for several years, remained a showroom.
Even so, Mephius did not allow anyone to enter his room without his permission.
Even if a beta doesn't leave any pheromones, he wouldn't allow anyone he didn't trust to touch his things, except for his lieutenant.
Mephisto wasn't a germaphobe; the men he went to the battlefield had survived and moved through countless severed limbs of the Zerg. He simply had an extremely strong desire for control.
Even when it comes to the cubs, it's the same.
Especially since Mephisto has decided to turn down some fieldwork and do clerical work, his desire to control the cubs will be even stronger while he is taking care of them.
Even though he sometimes has to attend meetings, and even though he's still a new dad and not very familiar with things, he always keeps an eye on things while the butler takes care of the baby. He also takes care of all the baby's needs, from food and clothing to shelter and transportation.
The butler had to report to the cubs every morning and evening, even when Mephisto was at home, detailing their daily schedules, activities, food, and clothing.
Mephisto found great comfort in watching the cubs' ordinary, heartwarming daily lives.
He never imagined that, besides pheromones, there could be other aspects of the cub that could make him so addicted.
In the intermittent moments of his mental turmoil, the cub even imbued him with another meaning in life, beyond becoming a fighting machine.
Water a tender rose, and the waterer will be reciprocated with equal affection.
This feeling gradually brought Mephisto back to the human world, removing the inhuman feeling that was about to be stripped away by AI, and turning him back into the original Admiral Mephisto.
Sometimes, when the butler brought afternoon tea into the house and saw Mephisto holding a cub in one arm and handling documents with the other, he would be in a daze, so much so that he thought the previous head of the family had returned.
At that time, the steward often saw the patriarch leading a group of young Lorenzos, incessantly instructing them on how to handle government affairs. However, the young Lorenzos didn't want to listen at all, and their faces were full of impatience and sullenness, making the patriarch look like a long-winded old man.
In the end, the head of the family gave each of them a beating with a stick and banned them from entering the training room for a week. Only then did these children write self-criticisms with sour faces and resentment.
But back then, the Lorenzo family was so lively, and it had the vibrant energy and warmth of every large family.
When the butler came to his senses and saw that Mephisto's expression revealed a reaction beyond his usual blank demeanor, he almost smiled with relief.
Although the general's current state resembles that of a parent who is overly dependent on their cubs, this is part of the change, and things will definitely get better in the future.
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