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There was a period of silence in the room. Si Xiaobao couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere and was the first to break the silence. He smiled coquettishly at the man, "What is Fu Shuang?"

The man frowned. "Take your hand out!"

Si Xiaobao smiled embarrassedly. He thought his actions were not obvious, but he didn't expect the man to see through it. Si Xiaobao didn't act pretentiously. He casually spread his hands in front of the man as if he was showing them off.

Her delicate palm was blue and purple, and the torn skin still had traces of blood on it. To the man, those speckles of blood were exceptionally glaring.

Si Xiaobao started to look around guiltily, not daring to look at the man's current expression. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man walk into the bathroom with a dark face. Si Xiaobao was dumbfounded! Leaving just like that?

The water in the bathroom was running, and then he saw the man walk out of the bathroom, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his strong, honey-colored arms exposed. There were droplets of water on his arms, and in his broad hand he held a pink towel stained with water.

Si Xiaobao's eyes twitched. Why is it pink!?

The man didn't know the conflict in his heart. He walked up to Si Xiaobao, squatted down, and looked at him evenly. Then he gently put Si Xiaobao's two hands on his knees and used a pink towel to wipe the dirt on his hands.

Si Xiaobao let him do what he wanted, and for a moment, the atmosphere was very good.

A knock on the door interrupted the warm atmosphere.

"Come in!"

He walked behind Thunder Emperor with a small white bottle in his hand. Thunder Emperor didn't look back and stretched out his hand behind him. Wu Jingming immediately put the small bottle in his hand, bowed, and left.

The man opened the bottle and a delicate fragrance drifted out.

Si Xiaobao took two deep sniffs and a faint fragrance lingered around his nose, relaxing his body and mind. He asked curiously, "This is a godly horse, it's so fragrant!"

"Fu Shuang." The man tilted the bottle and a green liquid flowed out from the mouth of the bottle. The delicate fragrance slowly filled up the entire room. After the liquid was poured onto Si Xiaobao's palm, a cool sensation spread from the wound, alleviating the burning pain.

What a good medicine! Si Xiaobao thought as he looked at the side of the man's face that was seriously applying the medicine for him.

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The next day,

"What did you say!" Si Xiaobao opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief.

The man elegantly picked up a piece of grilled meat with his chopsticks and put it into Si Xiaobao's bowl. Seeing Si Xiaobao's blank look, the rice in the bowl didn't move much. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Eat first."

"Oh, oh." Si Xiaobao finally reacted. He picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of the sauce into the bowl. He pouted and blew on the hot air, then stuffed it into his mouth and puffed his cheeks.

Thunder Emperor smiled and waited for him to swallow before saying: "Go and prepare later, I'll take you out."

"What a joke!" Si Xiaobao's eyes lit up, his black pupils were like the stars shining in the sky as he received the man's nod. He immediately put down the spoon, held the small bowl, blew on it a few times, and then drank it all down in one gulp. Then, he rubbed the bowl with his fat claws.

"I'll go prepare it right away!"

His speed was as fast as a transcendent. A trace of a gentle smile appeared in Thunder Emperor's black eyes. As expected, taking him out was the right decision. He used his chopsticks to pick up the dish that was given to Si Xiaobao, then elegantly took a sip and slowly chewed it. Hm! The taste wasn't bad. No wonder the little guy didn't like vegetables so much. He ate them all.

He had discovered since a long time ago that Si Xiaobao was a very picky eater. He didn't eat those that didn't look good, nor did he eat those that didn't smell good enough. He used to be able to feed him, but ever since he caught a cold, the little guy had protested that he was not allowed to feed him.

Although there was less fun, he still chose to do it himself. Before, his father had said that he would give his wife a certain amount of freedom. He had always remembered this principle in his heart.

All the servants in the restaurant looked at their lord in shock. They couldn't believe that their lord was laughing. Some of them even specially walked outside to look up at the sky. It's really rare to see such an apocalypse.

Ruda stood a few steps away from the man with a smile in his murky eyes. Ever since he came down from the small hall, his age was getting closer and closer to that of an ordinary human. It didn't seem lifeless like before, like a cold robot.

At this moment, tears appeared at the corners of the old man's eyes. If the previous matriarch was still alive, he would definitely be very happy.

Thunder Emperor slowly put down the tableware. Ruda came up with a tray with a white towel. Thunder Emperor took it and wiped his mouth gently. Carefully, carefully, put these back where they belonged. Lifting a cup of black tea in front of him, the steam of the black tea rose in spirals, blurring his facial features. Lightly taking a sip, the sweet liquid slid down his throat and the aroma of the black tea permeated the air. Putting down the quilt, the sound of porcelain and porcelain clashing against each other could be heard.

He glanced at the staircase, stood up and slowly walked up.

Indeed, just as he guessed, the little guy took out all of the clothes in the closet and messed everything up.

He saw the little guy holding onto a piece of clothing as it looked at him with a pitiful expression.

A wave of helplessness emerged from the man's heart. He sighed and bent down to pick up the clothes on the floor one by one, patting the non-existent dust on the bed. Reaching out to grab the clothes in his hand, he took a glance and saw that it was bright red.

Ye Zichen silently shifted his gaze onto Si Xiaobao, causing him to be confused: "What are you doing!"

"It's nothing!" He lowered his eyelids and put the clothes on his hands to the side, then folded the messy clothes one by one.

Si Xiaobao shouted in dissatisfaction: "Hey, hey, what are you folding it for? I haven't picked it yet!"

The man glanced at him and succeeded in silencing him. He returned to his work with satisfaction.