Lu Yuan and Wen Moxue didn't bother with him for the time being. They knew that he wouldn't get lost or hurt in this space. After settling Da Bao and Er Bao on the small beds in the rest room, they left the mall to look for San Bao.
As Sanbao lay there, he saw a shadow running towards him. It was Little Tiger King. He was so happy that he sat down and didn't move. When Little Tiger King got closer, he grabbed Little Tiger King's neck and climbed onto his back.
The little tiger pointed his hand towards the fountain, and the little tiger king ran in that direction.
When Lu Yuan and his wife arrived, they saw Sanbao holding the spiritual spring water in his little hands and giving it to Little Tiger King to drink.
Lu Yuan chuckled, "No wonder this little tiger king is willing to be close to Sanbao, it turns out this little guy knows how to give him special treatment. Hey, how does this little guy know this water is good stuff?"
Wen Moxue glared at him, "This water tastes good. It makes you feel refreshed after drinking it. Even a fool would know it's a good thing."
Lu Yuan thought about it and agreed, so he stopped dwelling on the issue.
"Wife, do you want to go to sleep too? I'm going to harvest the crops in the fields."
"You go ahead with your work, I need to go water the medicine field."
The couple divided the work: Lu Yuan drove the harvester to collect the grain, while Wen Moxue carried a water hose to water the plants.
Meanwhile, Sanbao, who had drunk his fill of water, sat down by the fountain and began to meditate.
When the couple came looking for the child after they had been busy for a while, they saw the child sitting cross-legged in a lotus position, with his eyes closed, back straight, and focused on concentrating his energy.
Wen Moxue chuckled, "Honey, you've been watching you meditate too much, haven't you?"
Lu Yuan paused, realizing he was all too familiar with this feeling; it wasn't simply someone imitating him.
My son is indeed meditating and practicing breathing exercises.
But how old is Sanbao? He's only just learned to walk, yet he can already meditate?
How did he know that?
Was he self-taught? Or did he learn it from others?
But can you really learn something you can't see or touch just by watching it?
Lu Yuan didn't believe it; it was too unbelievable.
He pulled back his wife, who was about to disturb Sanbao, his eyes filled with doubt.
He would never have imagined that Sanbao was simply reviewing his lessons from his past life.
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