Tigers are haunting, oooo~

Bai Yi gently helped Zai Zai tidy up her somewhat messy hair. The sun fell on her side face.

Just from this appearance, it doesn't look like a well-known poison master in the whole prehistoric world, but more like an ordinary wealthy daughter.

It's a pity that what he said made people feel a little creepy.

"If it weren't for the patriarch..."

When this matter was mentioned, Bai Yi couldn't help frowning, and she didn't continue talking after all, but Bai Wen'an already understood what she meant.

If it wasn't because of the insistence of the patriarch, she would definitely only attack poison art, which is not like the current practice of both medicine and poison.

"Tsk, Bai Yi, are you taking the cubs?"

"I'm just teaching Zai Zai how to avoid being bullied. How can it be regarded as a bad one?"

The sleeping little tiger nodded in a daze, as if echoing what she said.

"Aw, aww~"

"Zai Zai is still young, it's too late to wait."

Bai Yi helped the little tiger tuck his protruding paws back into the quilt. This is the time to have fun with the cubs they have been looking forward to for so many years.

"I'll go back and have a look, Bai Qing is clumsy, don't mess up my things again."

"Okay, I won't see you off."

Bai Yi put a sachet that she had just made recently next to Zai Zai, and the sleeping little tiger pawed twice with its paws, pulling the sachet with a good smell into his arms and hugging it well.

"Ow..."

"Can you still make sachets?"

Bai Wen'an's pupils shrank slightly when he saw the exquisite sachet. Bai Yi made the sachet with a pair of poison-refining hands. To him, he was as shocked as Bai Qing who picked up the embroidery needle with the sword-holding hand.

"I know how to stab people, what difficulty can Zhabu have? Let's go, I will come and see Zai Zai next time."

Bai Qing on the other side looked at the medicinal herbs in the yard, coughed twice as soon as he entered, covered his nose and stubbornly tidied them up in the same way.

From the bottom of my heart, I thought that Bai Yi was troublesome. These herbs all looked the same, but they had to be divided according to certain weights. They almost said they would poison him to death.

"Packed up?"

"You don't mind letting me clean up?"

"I'm not worried, so I'm back."

Bai Yi walked over to check what Bai Qing had packed up, and it was obvious that there was a lot of progress compared to last time.

"Go back, don't bully Bai Ze."

The original intention was to punish Bai Qing, but after seeing what he had done, Bai Yi felt that it was more like punishing herself, so she simply waved her hand and told him to leave quickly.

"How dare I."

When Bai Qing returned to her cave, Zai Zai just woke up, lying in Bai Wen'an's arms, holding a strange bottle in his arms, which still contained white liquid.

"what is this?"

"Bai Yi bought it when he was 'treating' Xiao Yu'an before. In that world, it was called milk powder and feeding bottle."

The shell is light pink, and it looks like it has a lot of capacity, and it looks very cute in the arms.

When Bai Qing saw this scene, he suddenly had a bold idea, Zai Zai could drink milk powder, so what else would Bai Wen'an do?

It's better to drive him out and monopolize Zai Zai.

"Don't even think about it, you can only drink it once a day."

After Zai Zai finished drinking, Bai Wen'an wiped Zai Zai's wet hair with a handkerchief, and turned to look at Bai Qing.

"Drink, then drink it once, what do you think I am doing?"

For a moment, Bai Qing felt that Bai Wen'an had seen through her inner thoughts, and coughed to pretend that nothing happened.

Bai Wen'an rolled his eyes, he didn't really want to tell this fool how obvious he was, his thoughts were almost written on his face, but he thought he was hiding it well.

"It's not impossible for you to take care of Zai Zai by yourself."

"Yes? Would you like to?"

Bai Qing didn't care to hide his thoughts, so he couldn't wait to ask. He didn't believe that this person would be so good, and there was definitely a conspiracy in it.

"If you can take good care of Zai Zai, it's not impossible for you to take care of yourself. Do you think you can do it?"

Bai Wen'an's words made Bai Qing, who was still in high spirits, hang his head and answer:

"Obviously, I can't."

Just giving Zai Zai a bath can be hard for him, not to mention there are many other chores that need to be taken care of.

"Master Patriarch asked me to tell you, remember to teach Zai Zai how to write."

"I?"

Bai Qing pointed to her nose, her eyes staring like copper bells.

Letting myself teach Zai Zai how to practice calligraphy is like letting Bai Yi teach Zai Zai medical skills, making Zai Zai the most powerful genius doctor in the whole prehistoric era.

is it possible?Is this reasonable?

"If you don't teach it, I will take Zai Zai back and teach it slowly."

Bai Wen'an's handwriting is also quite beautiful, and he is more patient. No matter from which point of view, it is better for him to teach Zai Zai how to practice calligraphy.

Hearing these words, the little tiger who was being held by him hurriedly wanted to climb up his body, looking desperate.

Although the little tiger was still in front of his face, getting close to other uncles and aunts, it didn't care about taking care of him for so long.

But Bai Qing still likes him, and even thinks Zai Zai's cute and cute appearance.

"I'll teach, I'll teach."

At any rate, he was beaten by the patriarch many times back then, and Bai Qing didn't believe that he couldn't teach such a good-looking little tiger.

After Bai Qing finished speaking, she went to prepare the Four Treasures of the Study.

If he was asked to bring out a weapon, no matter how unpopular it was, he would still be able to find it, but the Four Treasures of the Study had already fallen to ashes in his cave.

"Cub come here."

The stuffed little tiger stood there, first looked at Bai Wen'an, then at Bai Qing, tentatively stretched out his little paw.

While doing this, he kept staring at his uncle.

"Go."

After Bai Wen'an noticed his little movement, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed him.

Finding that Zai Zai had to say hello to Bai Wen'an in advance even when he came to learn calligraphy with him, Bai Qing's face instantly became stinky.

"Hey, it's hard to remember me, you bastard."

The little tiger fawningly rubbed its head against Uncle Bai Qing's, whining and chirping, making Bai Qing inexplicably reluctant to get angry with him anymore, so he could only choose to give up with a soft snort.

"Okay, come here, I'll teach you how to write, write your own name first."

Bai Qing held the brush, dipped a little ink, and wrote the word "Bai Ze" on the rice paper, with a touch of chicness and wantonness in the words.

After finishing writing, he handed the writing brush in front of Zai Zai. The little tiger subconsciously wanted to hold the writing brush with his paws, tilted his head in doubt, and simply pressed his little paws into the ink.

Before Bai Qing could stop her, she could only watch helplessly as the little white-haired paws were stained black.

"you."

The little tiger found this a bit amusing, and when Bai Qing was furious, he pressed a very complete paw print on the rice paper with his ink-stained paw.