The last golden silk bear in the universe

Not long after, the people in the kitchen returned the small fish that Arnold had sent.

In this era, almost everyone is drinking nutritional supplements to fill their hunger. Although this kind of fresh food is easy to process, it cannot provide the energy needed by an adult, and it tastes bad, so it is very Few will try.

In the scientific research institute, the kitchen left behind as a formality is almost equivalent to the logistics department. It is usually responsible for the processing and distribution of nutrition for everyone, but today, they finally played their true role - cooking fish for the cubs .

When it was delivered to Arnold, more than a dozen small silver fishes on the plate had their heads and tails removed, leaving only the silver body in the middle. They carefully removed the only bone inside, leaving only the edible fish. of meat.

After tumbling in the scalding water for a long time, half of the silver color on the fish's body was also lost, and it was now softly sticking to the plate.

Arnold smiled helplessly at the little cub who had been extremely excited since the plate appeared.

In his cognition, cubs don't seem to like eating fish very much, except for some with specific beast genes, but the cubs are obviously not a special case.

But as long as he wants, he will satisfy him.

The fish had been sucked dry of the outer layer of water, and it was still warm to the touch. Arnold twisted a piece and sent it to the cub so that he could hold it and eat it.

Song Changan, who was full of joy and thought that he could eat meat, was jumping around on the spot, looking at Arnold eagerly, and raised his hand high when he brought the fish over.

Song Changan: "Even if it's fish, it's still meat! Eat meat, eat meat..."

But as he was stuffed with the flesh of the little silver fish, Song Changan's excited expression slowly froze.

What came out of the tip of his nose was a faint fishy smell, although it wasn't particularly strong, but this vague smell lingered around him all the time, making him a little resistant.

Because of his small stature, the fur on Song Changan's body inevitably stuck to the fish again, and Song Changan, who suddenly felt that he was about to turn into a golden silk bear full of fishy smell, was a little flustered.

Things seemed to exceed his expectations, not as simple as he imagined.

But the bad-tasting but sweet-tasting potion made Song Changan look forward to the fish in front of him, so he lowered his head and carefully took a bite.

The meat is tender, the taste is soft, and the taste is disgusting.

Song Changan: "..."

This is definitely the most unpalatable fish he has ever eaten in his life. He should have realized the danger of this fish long before he smelled the onion, ginger and garlic, instead of desperately trying it.

Song Changan, who was full of fishy smell, sniffled and cried aggrievedly. He just wanted to eat some meat, why is it so difficult?

He couldn't even swallow the small mouthful in his mouth, so he held his breath and spit it out into the small trash can prepared for him next to him. The small bucket that usually only contained chaff fell into a piece of meat for the first time.

He also intended to throw away the fish in his arms, but it was the fish he caught himself, and he went into the water to catch it because he was greedy, so it seemed like a waste to throw it away like this.

But he couldn't hold this fish for a second, and he was afraid of contaminating other food by putting it in his rice bowl. Song Changan only felt guilty when he thought that there were more than a dozen fish left on the plate.

So, Song Chang'an, with two big tears in his eyes, turned his eyes to Arnold who was standing aside for help.

Arnold, who had had such a guess earlier, actually wanted to see the reaction of the little cub, but he panicked when he saw the little cub's tears, and took the fish in his arms in a hurry.

Song Changan's arms were empty, he glanced at Arnold gratefully, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and ran out of the yard to roll wildly on the green grass in the distance, suppressing the fishy smell on his body.

After a while, Song Changan also pushed out the small trash can containing fish meat out of the yard.

Song Changan: "Stay away from me for everything that smells like fish." In a short time, he really didn't want to see fish anymore.

Seeing that his mood had stabilized, Arnold stretched out his fingertips and poked his puffy cheeks: "Chang'an, is it so unpalatable?"

Song Changan stretched out his short hand and drew the biggest circle: "It's so unpalatable!"

But when he looked at the plate in Arnold's hand, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, what a waste.

Arnold, who was squatting next to Song Changan, watched him whimpering and then suddenly depressed. He glanced at the plate in his hand from time to time, and soon realized why the cub was sad.

"It's okay if you don't like to eat, it won't be wasted."

Sure enough, upon hearing his words, the little cub's eyes lit up immediately, and it looked at him flickeringly, its little paws clenched together, obviously a little happy.

During this period of getting along, Arnold became more and more aware of the difference in the little cub, just like his fluffy appearance, his temperament was also soft, much gentler than the cubs he had ever seen.

The cubs who have not yet possessed the ability to transform into human form mostly act on instinct. They are domineering and greedy, monopolizing what they want, and even get angry when others take away what they discarded.

The stronger the beast gene in the body, the better the cubs are. There is no kindness and kindness in their minds. They can only do their best to survive. This is what adults like them expect from their cubs. You will feel that there is something wrong with such a domineering cub.

Because only such cubs can have the greatest chance of surviving in a crisis when they grow up.

Therefore, in Arnold's heart, this sentimental soft little cub is not only the cute fluffy when he first saw it, but also a fluffy that makes his heart soft.

No matter how the cub looked at it, it seemed that he had no ability to protect himself. Arnold only hoped that he could always take care of him so that he would not be in danger.

Of course, as the only unique cub in the empire, Song Changan's safety can be said to be flawless.

Arnold stretched out his hand and poked the cub's belly, seeing him yelling and pushing away his fingertips because of the slight itching, but with a very happy smile on his face.

Arnold said: "If you don't eat, I will help you."

Song Changan: "Good!"

Song Changan, who hadn't recovered from the itching, yelled, and soon stopped his voice.

Wait, what did he just hear?

Raising his head, Song Changan watched as Arnold raised his hand and threw the small fish he was holding into his mouth.

Song Changan: "Wait! That's what I ate!"

But he didn't have time to stop it, and watched Arnold eat all the dozen small fish.

eaten.

Lost.

The.

Song Changan: "...?"

Arnold pursed his lips after finishing the small fish. Although the taste of the fish was acceptable, it always felt weird.

When he lowered his head again, he found that the little cub was staring at him with its head tilted in bewilderment, motionless as if its brain had stopped.

Arnold was a little strange: "What's the matter, Chang'an?"

When he spoke, he let out a breath, and pounced on Song Chang'an with a fishy smell.

Song Changan: "..."

Although he only took a bite of the fish meat, Arnold didn't dislike him for eating it, which moved him a lot, but Song Changan was able to eat so many small fish that perfectly locked the fishy smell in the meat. Think Arnold's taste designation is a bit problematic.

Song Changan, who ran out again, rushed back to the green grassland, picked a new place to roll wildly, and then went back with peace of mind.

Arnold still doesn't know what the little cub means. He thinks the fish is too unpalatable, and he has to keep a distance from him who ate the fish.

Just when Arnold was about to explain a few more words, he saw the little cub turned around, stretched out his hand to him seriously, and then hid in the house shaking his buttocks as if fleeing, only showing half of his head at the door.

Arnold who was suddenly disgusted: "..."

Song Changan, who realized that everything was caused by himself, looked at Arnold, who was expressionless but could inexplicably see a bit of grievance from the brows, and suddenly felt a little bit uneasy, so he poked his head out and called out to him a few times: "See you tomorrow!"

Then Song Changan retreated into the round hut, and started to feel drowsy close to the door, and didn't even come out for the time he should have been drinking milk at night.

Knowing this, the arrogant Quick walked up and down beside Arnold, taking a deep breath from time to time, and then laughed louder.

In fact, Arnold spends the most time with the cubs on weekdays, and this time he was devastated by the cubs because of a few fish, which is really something everyone loves to see.

Arnold said nothing with a dark face.

Later, Song Changan, who was fast asleep, rolled half of his body out of the room, and suddenly woke up shaking, opened his eyes and looked around in a daze, and then saw a vague black figure not far away.

He whimpered a few times in a daze, but Arnold, who was guarding the room, knew that the cub was calling his name, so he walked to his side very lightly, and under his gaze, stretched out his hand and gently pushed it away. Pushing his little arm, trying to get him back into the hut.

Unexpectedly, the cub groaned a few more times, grabbed its paws and crawled into his palm, then found a comfortable position and snored again.

Quick, who was still laughing at Arnold, couldn't laugh anymore, and crouched down in the corner.

Quick: "Why wasn't I the one favored by the cubs?"

As he thought about it, a few more people squatted beside him with the same miserable expression as him, and they looked at each other. These days are really hard.

Arnold, who was originally uncomfortable because of the cub's avoidance, completely forgot the previous unhappiness at this time. He held the cub in his palm, and his restless heart suddenly calmed down.

***

That night, the official website of the Academy of Sciences, which had been silent for a long time, finally had a movement.

A new message emerges, announcing the appearance of the empire's only cub in 20 years.

There is a small video below the not-too-long text, a fluffy golden cub is sitting in a small yellow bowl, leaning against the rim of the bowl, hugging almost He lowered his head to gnaw half of the food, his small mouth clicked, his gray ears quivered in enjoyment, then he looked up and smiled contentedly.

Ten seconds later, the star network exploded.