Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

What's this smell?

The milk powder that was supposed to be silky and thick was lumped into a ball, with clumps of powdery material in the middle that didn't melt at all, giving people the feeling of eating flour.

Although vampires usually eat blood, Vinings will occasionally taste human food when the mood strikes, and he still has the basic ability to judge good from bad.

Vinings frowned and spat out the lump of milk powder. Vinings frowned and stared at the milk bottle in his hand with an indescribable expression.

"Who did this?"

With this skill, I'll just have to use someone else to make milk for the little cub in the future.

Vinings thought to himself that he would ask the housekeeper to recruit a servant who could make milk later.

But who knows the next moment, Miaomiao is seen holding up her little hands, patting her chest proudly, and kicking her short legs happily: "Ah!"

It’s Zai!

Isn't it great?

Miaomiao opened her eyes wide, her round eyes were clear and ignorant, waiting expectantly for her old father's praise.

"You mean...you made this?"

Vinings said in surprise.

He didn't believe it at all.

The little guy has just learned to crawl. His body is not fully developed and he can't even hold a water bottle. How can he make milk by himself?

Miaomiao nodded and said to Yourong, "Yeah."

Miaomiao got up much earlier than usual this morning. After waking up, the little one was very hungry. Thinking about how she usually saw the maid sister making milk, the greedy little chubby kid couldn't hold it in for a moment and started to poop. The child crawled out of bed and planned to be self-reliant.

The milk powder is placed in the kitchen cabinet, and it's on the bottom floor. The little one can just reach out and open the cabinet without standing up.

There was no hot water, so Miaomiao simply mixed it with cold water, shook it casually for a few times, and then happily climbed to the door of Vinings' study, planning to show off the fruits of her labor to her old father.

Bottle milk will spoil this little guy.

"Hmm?" Does it taste good?

With twinkling big round eyes, Miao Miao came close to Vinings' face, and pressed her soft face against her old father's neck affectionately, making a sweet and soft sound.

Vinings wanted to speak directly, but he could see the little guy's expectant look, and he couldn't say the words he was about to say anymore.

If you keep talking, this little kid will cry.

Will definitely cry.

Forget it, coax her.

"It's okay. Stay away. It smells like milk and is so childish."

Vinings pushed the chubby face away pretending to be disgusted, and Vinings seemed to be reluctant to do so.

Miaomiao was a big-hearted person, and she didn't care if she was disliked. She continued to happily hold the collar of Vinings' chest and cuddle with her old father.

The cub's body was warm, like a warm little sun.

Vinings' eyes softened unconsciously, he patted her back gently, leaned over imperceptibly, and put his face against the little kid's face.

Miaomiao's smiling eyes are crooked, just like a silly kid.

Her stomach growled, and she felt a little hungry. She touched her belly, and Miaomiao reached out to take the bottle from Vinings' hand.

Vinings moved his hand back to avoid the little guy's hand.

Miaomiao tilted her head and opened her mouth anxiously: "Ah! nei, neinei——"

The cub wants to drink milk!

"No, you can't drink."

This stuff is cold and lumpy, and the little guy is really delicate. What if he gets sick and has a stomachache after drinking it.

The old father who had read the parenting book had a serious face and refused solemnly.

Watching the milk bottle go away from her, Miaomiao pursed her lips and looked at Vinings with aggrieved eyes, unable to shed tears.

After holding it in for a while, the little boy saw that Vinings had no intention of changing his mind, so he huddled up in depression, leaving only the round back of his head exposed.

Humph, I’m ignoring you!

"Oh bad, bad!"

The cub, who couldn't speak yet, tried his best and could only utter a single word in a muffled voice.