Chapter 235 The Birth of Insect Eggs
A few months later.
Limp stared at the round egg in front of him, confusion and curiosity flashing in his eyes.
There are strange bright red patterns on the egg, which is enchanting and mysterious.
It is about the same size as an ostrich egg, slightly oval, and has a very beautiful and symmetrical shape.
Place it on a soft little couch next to the bed.
It looks very comfortable.
Heras seemed to be out and was not around.
Although Limp was well prepared and had learned about parenting, starting with an egg was still too advanced.
Caught off guard, he didn't think about it that way at all.
Not to mention that the bulge of Heras's abdomen was not obvious. It was only when Limp was close to him at night that he would stroke it, and the two worms naively guessed whether it was a female or a male.
At other times, looking at Heras's upright posture and strong aura, no insect would guess whether Heras had a baby, and all the attention was on Heras. Since Heras was no longer oppressed by Limp, his aura was so strong that the insects could not imagine that he was still pregnant with a baby.
Although I was looking forward to it, I had no intention of getting either of the two insects tested.
Whether they are female or male, the baby insects are all cute, a blank slate. What is important is not the gender, but how they are taught.
Therefore, Limp, who had no idea what was happening, felt that the room temperature was much higher than before he fell asleep.
Looking at the round egg, Limp's mind came up with - scrambled eggs with tomatoes, meat pie and egg stew, and poached eggs... cough...
"What are you thinking about?"
Heras, holding the thermal blanket in his hand, looked at him coldly, and then wrapped the egg tightly.
"I'm at... Heras, when did you come in?"
“Just when you want poached eggs.”
Having lived with Limp for such a long time, Heras had already tried all the methods of cooking the above-mentioned eggs, so he could understand what Limp was talking about.
But...is this what a bug that's about to become a father should do?
"You...what..."
Limp got stuck in the middle of his speech.
Heras realized his thoughts and smiled softly: "Yes, that's what you think."
"Ah? You, you, you..." Limp's mind was a little slow, "How did you know I wanted to make fried eggs?"
"So, you want to make fried eggs out of your own worms?"
Before Limp could be shocked, he felt the murderous look in Heras's eyes.
"No, how could that be, Heras? I was just thinking that you just gave birth and needed to rest and recuperate. I was going to cook two dishes for you."
[Is this my worm? Wasn't it still in Heras's stomach yesterday?]
Limp quickly dressed himself and helped Heras to the bed: "Why didn't you wake me up?"
And he looks full of energy, as if he can still run 800 meters.
"Why didn't I call you? Didn't I ask you to release pheromones last night?"
Heras sat on the bed obediently.
Despite the Zerg's self-healing ability, his pain took a while to heal.
"Sit still."
Although there were a hundred thousand whys in my mind, the most urgent thing was to prepare some proper food for Heras.
Limp hurriedly wrapped Heras in a quilt, leaving only his head exposed.
Then he rushed out to work.
Based on what I learned previously and Heras' taste, I prepared a very rich meal for the insect.
He even forgot about his side business to make money.
Neither video was recorded nor taste sharing was turned on.
Limp had forgotten all of this, and was only thinking about how cute the bug egg was and whether Heras was injured.
As Limp walked into the house with the tray of food, his thoughts were in a mess.
The robot bug next to it raised its mechanical arm several times, hoping that Limp would put the plate on it.
That was originally his job.
The robot bug was set to silent mode, and it was so anxious that it waved its robotic arms up and down and almost spoke.
But Limp was as blind as a madman. He quickly returned to his room and started shouting from a distance: "Dinner is here, Heras!"
He didn't even notice that behind him, there was a suspected infested robot hanging.