Extra 4

After running five laps, Mianmian was so tired his legs were tangled up. His left foot tripped over his right, and he almost fell headfirst to the ground.

“Don’t sit down.” Rong Shi took his hand and slowed down, walking forward. “You can run five laps now, that’s progress.”

Hearing that he had made progress, Mianmian was instantly quite pleased. Before he could smile, he heard his old brother continue, “But five laps here is only three to four hundred meters. You’re still too weak.”

Mianmian: “…”

“Mianmian is not weak.” Cola ran to Rong Shi’s other side and voluntarily put his hand into Rong Shi’s palm. “Mianmian is super strong!”

Rong Shi looked down at his stupid apprentice. This child, besides a forehead full of sweat, wasn’t even panting after five laps.

Such good aptitude, yet he was dead set against joining the military.

Under the parasol, Song Yu was checking the documents sent by the royal family.

After the war, his father, on the grounds of poor health and the need to delegate a large amount of work, had handed over some affairs to him to handle.

Taking advantage of the break, Song Yu looked up at the yard and saw Rong Shi walking with the two little cubs, one on each side. The scene was unusually harmonious.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Such a virtuous wife, it’s a pity she can’t give birth.”

After the warm-up, Rong Shi took them to the fitness equipment area.

“Attention.”

Mianmian’s hands were pressed against his sides, his back straight, his eyes looking straight ahead.

Cola looked at him, then at Rong Shi, with a “what are we playing” expression.

But not understanding didn’t stop him from interpreting Rong Shi’s expression.

Seeing the other party’s gaze, he immediately imitated Mianmian’s posture and stood straight, but his fingers, pressed against the seams of his pants, were too forceful and slightly curled outwards.

Rong Shi: “…”

Rong Shi squatted down, first slightly adjusting Mianmian’s posture, then pressed down Cola’s little curled fingers.

“Fingertips straight.”

Cola said innocently, “Oh.”

As soon as Rong Shi let go, the little fingers curled up again.

Rong Shi: “…”

After repeating this several times, Rong Shi wanted to tie them up with tape.

Cola: “Hahahaha—so fun.”

Rong Shi: “…”

Forget it, this silly boy.

He picked him up and brought him to the horizontal bar. “Grab it with both hands.”

“?”

Cola subconsciously grabbed the bar obediently. The next moment, Rong Shi let go.

“Ahhh, I’m going to fall!” Cola’s short legs kicked wildly in the air. “Mianmian, save me!”

Rong Shi picked up Mianmian and also hung him on the horizontal bar. “He’s with you.”

Cola, with tears in his eyes, turned his head aggrievedly.

He was just fake crying at first, but seeing Mianmian also hung up, he cried even louder.

“Mianmian is going to fall to his death, big brother is so mean, boohoohoo—”

Rong Shi: “…”

Mianmian: “…”

Rong Shi poked Cola’s little butt, and he swung like a swing.

“Even if you cry, you have to hold on tight.”

Mianmian: “…”

Brother is definitely a devil instructor.

This kind of forbidden, purely strength-based movement was actually easier for him.

After throwing the rabbit doll for so long, his arm strength was much greater than before.

Cola, while sobbing, tried hard to move towards Mianmian, but his body was too heavy. He couldn’t move at all with just his hands!

Under the parasol, Song Yu finished handling the urgent matters and looked up. The two little ones were hanging side by side on the horizontal bar, swaying.

Is this a wind-dried little bunny and—a little wolf cub?

The little bunny hung there without moving, but the little wolf cub was never still, curling up like a mantis shrimp, clamping the horizontal bar with his legs, and inching towards the little bunny.

When Rong Shi lightly poked him, he hugged the horizontal bar tightly and cursed.

“Don’t poke me, I’m going to cry!”

The voice was loud, and Song Yu could hear it from a great distance.

After much effort, he had crawled ten centimeters. Cola looked at Mianmian with difficulty. “Mianmian, don’t be afraid.”

He could have held on for a while longer, but seeing Cola’s posture, which looked exactly like a little suckling pig tied to a rack, Mianmian immediately laughed so hard he had no strength left.

His hand slipped, and he fell.

“Ah—!”

In the confusion, Cola reached out to grab him, but his legs didn’t clamp on, and he also fell.

Rong Shi had a deadpan face as he scooped up one in each arm.

What was supposed to be a good arm strength training session had been turned into a tragic love story by his stupid apprentice.

“Training is over?” Song Yu walked over, very smoothly took Mianmian into his arms, took out the handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his sweat. “Brother will take you to take a shower?”

Mianmian’s expression froze. He secretly glanced at his own older brother.

Seeing his older brother’s gaze, he quickly shook his head. “I can wash myself.”

Song Yu: “We’re all family, no need to be so polite with me.”

After saying that, he took Mianmian to the bathroom.

Mianmian: “…”

At the bathroom door, just as Song Yu was about to go in, he was stopped by Rong Shi, and the child was also snatched away.

Rong Shi: “AOs should be separate.”

Song Yu: “Then why can you go in?”

Rong Shi: “I’m his biological brother.”

Song Yu: “…I’m also biological.”

Rong Shi stepped in with one foot. “You’re at most a biological sister-in-law.”

Song Yu: “…”

The dead rabbit’s skin is itching again.

After tidying up the personal hygiene of the two little cubs, he held the fragrant and warm two and went to the living room, then went to make breakfast himself.

Song Yu originally wanted to cuddle with Mianmian, but was pulled into the kitchen by Rong Shi.

“I don’t know how to cook.”

Rong Shi: “I need to look at you to make a delicious breakfast.”

Song Yu: “Such nice words, aren’t you just trying to trick me into being your assistant?”

Rong Shi chuckled lowly. “It’s good that you know.”

Song Yu: “…”

It was just past eight o’clock. The light from the star shone diagonally through the French window, hitting the log floor.

Under the window, two hermit crabs were nestled together, each holding a piece of 384 energy stone the size of a steamed bun in their claws, nibbling at it in small bites.

01: “Brother, the energy stone is so delicious.”

00: “Delicious.”

01 nibbled a few times, afraid of nibbling it bald, turned it around and continued to nibble, very satisfied.

A pair of white, thick feet suddenly appeared in front of it. It activated its scanner.

When it confirmed that the owner of the feet was Cola, it was shocked and ran with the energy stone.

“Brother, run!”

But it was too late.

Cola grabbed the crab shell and lifted it up, looking at it in front of him, his eyes falling on the stone that the hermit crab was holding tightly.

This stone was about the same color as his eyes.

01 hugged the energy stone tightly with its crab legs and said tremblingly, “I, I only have this small piece left this month, please let me go—”

Before it could finish its words, the energy stone in its arms was snatched away by Cola.

Cola looked at the stone, smiled with satisfaction, threw away the hermit crab, and ran back.

“Mianmian, this stone is so beautiful, it’s like my eyes.”

Rolled to the corner of the wall, lying on its back, 01: “Boohoohoo—I’m already so low-key, but I still can’t escape—”

00 quietly drilled out from under the corner cabinet and quickly moved towards the corner of the wall.

“Brother, you’re so miserable.”

01: “…”

00: “If it gets snatched away, just go ask the master for another one.”

01 was on the verge of tears. “I’ve been robbed six times this damn month. The master said I can’t even protect my own food and doesn’t want to talk to me anymore, boohoohoo—”

In the kitchen, Song Yu was fiddling with the toaster.

“You can just eat it without toasting, you’re being so picky.”

Rong Shi shoveled the fifth fried egg onto the plate.

“You’re a royal, after all. Be a little picky.”

Song Yu crossed his arms and frowned, his mood gradually becoming irritable. “The premise of being picky is not having to cook for yourself, and not having to wash the dishes yourself.”

The toaster made a ding sound.

Rong Shi put down the spatula, walked over, hugged Song Yu from behind, took out the toasted bread slices, and kissed him on the cheek.

“But I want to eat the bread you toasted with your own hands.”

Just as he moved back a little, Song Yu quickly turned his head and kissed him, turning the tables, pushing him back against the wall.

“Don’t provoke me in the kitchen.”

Rong Shi let out a low laugh. “Not even a kiss?”

Song Yu sneered. “I’m afraid the brothers will see us in a state of disarray. It won’t look good on anyone’s face then.”

Rong Shi was just about to speak when Cola’s slightly hoarse childish voice suddenly came from the doorway.

“I’m hungry.” Cola touched his concave belly. “Be serious when you’re cooking.”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu: “…”

Just as breakfast was served, Rong Guang rushed in from outside, a tuft of his hair sticking up, looking like he hadn’t woken up properly.

“Where have you been? You went out without even doing your hair?” Rong Shi said with a look of disgust.

Rong Guang: “I went to my father-in-law’s place and brought back some medicine.”

With the complete set of research results given by the big cat, the progress of Ji Ming and Qin Lin’s research was very fast.

At the beginning of this year, the first generation of repair agent had already passed testing and was applied to experimental subjects.

The first batch of experimental subjects with milder symptoms were already gradually recovering, and the situation was good.

Although Ji Ruo was one of the first experimental subjects, he had not participated much. He had only been injected with drugs for a few years in the early stages, and had also eaten a lot of random drugs when he was imprisoned by Lin Quan, which led to his various bodily functions being weaker than those of ordinary people.

He had a meeting until two or three in the morning last night, and received a notice from Ji Ming in the early morning. Rong Guang didn’t even care about his hairstyle, wiped his face, and ran to get the medicine.

Rong Guang picked up a sandwich from the table and took a big bite. “The effect of this medicine is three to five times that of the previous kind. Although it can’t cure it for now, it can prolong your dad’s hibernation interval.”

Rong Shi looked at it and beckoned for 01 to come over.

An opening appeared at the top of the hermit crab’s shell. Rong Shi inserted the syringe.

“The liquid composition is normal, the outer shell is normal.”

Rong Shi took out the syringe and gave it back to Rong Guang. “Let’s go over together after we finish eating.”

Rong Guang casually agreed, took it, and put it in his jacket pocket, looking at Cola and Mianmian who were sitting obediently in their child seats eating.

Their sandwiches were cut into small triangles a quarter of the size, easy to pick up.

Besides the sandwiches, Rong Shi had also fried them some small octopus sausages, a fruit and vegetable salad, and a glass of milk.

For four-year-old children, this portion was really quite large.

Rong Guang smiled. “Mianmian, shall father feed you?”

Mianmian forked a piece of sausage and ate it, his cheeks puffed up like a little squirrel.

“No need, I can use both chopsticks and a fork.”

Rong Guang: “…”

Unwilling to give up, he looked at Cola again.

“Cola, Uncle will feed—”

Cola gave him a leisurely glance. “I only want Mianmian to feed me.”

Rong Guang: “…”

Watching his own father being repeatedly rejected, Rong Shi drank his coffee, his heart completely unmoved.

Song Yu leaned close to his ear and said with a smile, “Did he used to treat you like this too?”

“Mm.” Rong Shi forked a piece of lettuce and fed it to Song Yu. “He was still trying to feed me when I was ten.”

The dining table was not big, and he hadn’t deliberately lowered his voice. Rong Guang immediately heard his biological son’s complaint.

Rong Guang was not at ease. “What’s wrong with being fed by your father? Isn’t it very happy not to have to eat by yourself? Right, Your Highness?”

Song Yu: “Don’t ask my opinion, I’m on gege’s side.”

Rong Guang: “…”

Rong Shi: “If you’re really that idle, go tidy up the flowers and plants in the garden. If you don’t want to raise them, I’ll pull them out.”

Rong Guang: “No, the flowers have to be raised, and the grass can’t be pulled out either.”

Song Yu was completely confused. This hobby was too bizarre.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Rong Shi explained, “When I was young, father raised dozens of rabbits. They ate a lot and reproduced quickly. The grass at home was eaten bare, and it still wasn’t enough. In the end, we had no choice but to go to the neighbor’s house to borrow some.”

Thinking of that scene, Song Yu laughed out loud.

“Why raise so many rabbits? What happened later?”

Rong Shi had a deadpan face. “The grass on the entire street was eaten bare.”

Song Yu: “…”

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Author’s note:

One day, Rabbit Father brought home two rabbits.

Rabbit Father: One is called Big Rabbit, the other is called Little Rabbit. They’re for you as pets. [Shy]

Rabbit Dad looked at them: Oh. [Indifferent]

Later—

Rabbit Dad: Honey, Big Rabbit’s great-great-great… great-grandchild is about to be born. Is the reserve food ready?

Rabbit Father: QuQ I know.

Communication in progress—

Rabbit Father: Hey, Old Li, I heard your lawn is growing very well?

Click!

Du—du—du—

【The other party has hung up and added you to their blacklist】

Rabbit Father: QuQ

#Who can give me some grass, save me#