Qi Zhiheng plans to teach these children to speak first.
Given that they might frequently go out on missions and might not be able to spend time with their child, he didn't want his son to not recognize them when he came back next time.
At the very least, we should get them to call out "father" and "dad" in their first words.
The three children were playing on the bed when their two fathers brought out two stools that were slightly lower than the bed. The two fathers sat on the stools and watched their three children intently.
My two babies have grown quite a bit in this period of time. Thinking back to when they were just born, they were the size of kittens, and now they are three times bigger.
The three children look very similar, but the third child is noticeably smaller in stature and size.
Completely forgetting that Sanbao could drink ten bowls of goat milk in one sitting and that his three little ones could bruise his eyes, Yang Yitian couldn't help but feel sorry for his Sanbao: "Why is Sanbao so small? Is he not getting enough to eat?"
Qi Zhiheng's eyes were strange. He had already inquired and found out that Sanbao's appetite was ten times that of Dabao and Erbao at every meal! It was a bit unfair that he hadn't even finished eating! However, he couldn't bear to say bad things about his own son, so he said, "It shouldn't be. Sanbao is hermaphrodite. Hermaphrodites are naturally more slender than men, so it's normal for them to be a little smaller."
"Oh, I see. Well, if there's no problem, then let's teach the child to speak," Yang Yitian suggested.
"Alright!" Qi Zhiheng's expression also turned serious.
Yang Yitian said to Da Bao, "Da Bao, call me Daddy."
Da Bao looked at his father and giggled.
Yang Yitian, undeterred, said, "Be serious! Repeat after me: Father—Father—"
All three children burst into laughter.
Yang Yitian was somewhat discouraged: "Why are they laughing at me when I ask them to call me 'Daddy'?" He didn't argue with Qi Zhiheng about whether the child should call him "father." Obviously, "Daddy" is easier to teach than "father."
Qi Zhiheng was also at a loss with these children. He glanced at the three children, who all had grown two small teeth, and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to prepare some things first."
When Qi Zhiheng returned, she brought a bowl of specially made steamed egg custard. She had used her spiritual chef's techniques to make it, and it smelled incredibly delicious. Even Yang Yitian swallowed hard when he smelled it: "What delicious food did you make?"
Qi Zhiheng said, "Smell the steamed egg custard. Does it smell good?"
Yang Yitian sniffed and said, "It smells so good!" Then he looked at Qi Zhiheng with longing eyes.
Qi Zhiheng was puzzled: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yang Yitian: "..." What does it mean to give them a sniff but not a bite?!
Qi Zhiheng waved the steamed egg custard in front of Da Bao, Er Bao, and San Bao, and sure enough, it attracted the attention of the three children.
Qi Zhiheng asked Yang Yitian in the same tone he had used earlier, "Babies, does it smell good? Do you want to eat it?"
The three children all crawled forward two steps in perfect unison, indicating their needs.
Qi Zhiheng chuckled wickedly, "Want some? There's none for you!" He then scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth, exclaiming, "Mmm—it's delicious!"
The three children were completely bewildered by their father's outrageous actions, and Yang Yitian also thought that Qi Zhiheng was too wicked! How could he do such a thing to children! Looking at the three children's expressions, which were on the verge of tears, it was quite heartbreaking to see them like this!
Then, feeling guilty, Yang Yitian snatched the spoon from Qi Zhiheng's hand and rebuked, "What kind of father are you!"
Qi Zhiheng felt a little embarrassed. He knew that what he was doing seemed a bit bad, but wasn't he just trying to get his child to call him "father" sooner?
Yang Yitian snatched the steamed egg custard into his arms, then scooped out a spoonful and resolutely stuffed it into his mouth, praising, "Mmm! Delicious! Make some more later." After saying that, he ate another spoonful.
Qi Zhiheng, who thought Yang Yitian couldn't resist feeding the child egg custard, was speechless.
The three children, Da Bao, Er Bao, and San Bao, thought their father was going to feed them egg custard: "..." This is definitely not his biological child!
Yang Yitian finished the steamed egg custard in no time!
When Da Bao, Er Bao, and San Bao saw the empty bowl, they finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
Qi Zhiheng rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache: "Why are you still forcing your son to eat?"
Yang Yitian retorted, though his argument was unjustified: "You ate some too!"
"Okay, luckily I was prepared." Qi Zhiheng took out a bowl of steaming hot egg custard from his spatial storage.
Yang Yitian retorted, "You hid so much, and you still accuse me of eating a bowl of steamed egg custard!"
Qi Zhiheng said, "I didn't blame you."
"Do you think I'm heartless, ungrateful, and unreasonable now?!" Yang Yitian was particularly unreasonable when he was being unreasonable.
Qi Zhiheng: "...I didn't say that."
"Oh, so that's what you were thinking! Right!" Yang Yi said angrily.
Qi Zhiheng: "...I didn't."
"You must have wanted to!" Yang Yitian snatched the steamed egg custard from his hand. "As an apology to me, this bowl of steamed egg custard is mine too!"
Yang Yitian guessed that since they had three sons, even if Qi Zhiheng made steamed egg custard, he would definitely make three portions. If he ate one portion, it would be too difficult for his three sons to divide it into two portions, and what if they started fighting? It would be better for the three of them to share one portion!
Qi Zhiheng sighed and said, "Eat up, it's like I'm abusing you."
Yang Yitian finished his second bowl in a few bites: "This egg is good."
“Of course it’s good. These are gibbons’ eggs, which are very rare. I only managed to get ten in total.” Qi Zhiheng quickly took out the third bowl of steamed egg custard before the three children started to cry.
Yang Yitian's eyes were glued to the steamed egg custard.
Qi Zhiheng moved the steamed egg custard aside: "How can you be so shameless as to take food from your own son?"
Yang Yitian reluctantly looked away, his expression one of utter grievance.
Qi Zhiheng was amused by his reaction: "Hey, why have you become so childish since you came back?"
"No," Yang Yitian denied outright.
Qi Zhiheng thought about it carefully and realized that his idea was indeed correct: "You haven't been influenced by Yang Anping's soul, have you? Yang Anping's IQ is probably only that of a five or six-year-old."
"I didn't!" Yang Yitian denied it again! However, he knew in his heart that he was indeed somewhat affected. The fusion of two souls would always have some influence on each other, but he didn't want to admit that he was a little stupid now!
Qi Zhiheng did not want to argue with him on this issue, so he said, "Alright, let's teach the child to talk first. You may not be used to it yet, but you should be fine in a few days."
Qi Zhiheng's attention returned to the three children; Da Bao, Er Bao, and San Bao already had drool in their mouths.
Yang Yitian took out a drool towel to wipe the drool from the three children, and complained, "I definitely wouldn't do that."
Qi Zhiheng couldn't do anything about him. Now he's in a bind, having to take care of four children all at once!
Qi Zhiheng scooped out a small spoonful of steamed egg custard and showed it off to the children, saying, "Come on, whoever calls out 'Father' first gets the first bite. Say it with me, Father—!"
The three dolls looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
Qi Zhiheng was not discouraged: "Keep calling after me, Father—"
Sanbao's big, round eyes darted around, then he followed Qi Zhiheng's voice and said, "Father—Father—"
Qi Zhiheng was overjoyed: "Sanbao is so smart! Here, the first bite is yours!" He fed the first spoonful of egg custard to Sanbao.
Sanbao smacked his lips and ate with great relish.
Da Bao and Er Bao's eyes were filled with envy. Qi Zhiheng scooped up another spoonful and said, "Alright, alright, you all have a chance. Keep repeating after me, Father—"
While Da Bao and Er Bao were still spitting and trying to shout something.
"Father—" Sanbao answered again.
"This time the call was spot on! And this bite is Sanbao's!" Qi Zhiheng was happy with his third son's intelligence and fed the steamed egg custard to Sanbao again.
Sanbao continued to eat with a look of pure enjoyment, making Yang Yitian, who was watching from the side, unable to help but swallow hard.
Qi Zhiheng began the third round of teaching, and Da Bao and Er Bao managed to utter the word "father".
To encourage his son, Qi Zhiheng fed each of his three children a spoonful of steamed egg custard. The eldest and second children, finally getting to eat egg custard, were satisfied.
Yang Yitian snatched the steamed egg custard and said, "You've learned it all, it's my turn now."
He scooped up a spoonful of steamed egg custard and said to his three sons, "Alright, now it's time to call me 'Daddy.' Repeat after me, 'Daddy—Daddy—'"
Without hesitation, Sanbao answered, "Daddy—Daddy—"
Qi Zhiheng found it strange: "Your youngest son is too smart. He could say it on his first try? Could it be that he knew it before?"
"No way! When I was teaching them just now, not a single one of them knew how!" Yang Yitian handed the reward to Sanbao, and Sanbao Sihao accepted it without hesitation.
Over the course of two hours, the two fathers taught the three children a few more words, successfully filling their bellies until they were round and full. The three children then rolled around happily on the bed.
"This kind of overeating is bad; look at their bellies." Yang Yitian felt that such eating habits were unacceptable and suggested they be stopped!
Qi Zhiheng nodded and said, "As long as they can say 'father' and 'dad,' they can learn the other words slowly later. There's no need to teach them one by one."
The three babies are unaware that because of a single sentence from their father, their future benefits have been taken away...
Afterwards, Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian were summoned by the sect for a brief discussion. The traitor Sun Zhong had been handed over to the Enforcement Hall for interrogation. Currently, the only information that could be found was the Dragon Sound Pavilion. This sect ranked twenty-eighth among the sects in the Southern Continent. It was only because the Slaughter God Sect was unaware of the situation at the Tomb that they tried to prevent the Slaughter God Sect from entering. They wanted to enter to find the inheritance of the Sound Cultivator.
The sect would like to inquire with Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian whether they have seen any records related to sound cultivation.
Qi Zhiheng explained that they didn't see anything related to sound cultivation inside, but it was possible that they hadn't explored the entire area, and the sect should go and check it out themselves.
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