Feng Xuan was dumbfounded. "What?"
He squatted down and pinched Da Hu's little cheek. "Zaizai, who poisoned you? Don't slander your Beast Father."
Da Hu huffed. "I'm just telling the truth."
Feng Xuan's rebellious streak was triggered. "Here, try it. This porridge your Beast Father made is delicious."
He wasn't good at much else, but he could at least make porridge.
The six Zaizai, including Da Hu, were force-fed. When Yu An came out, the cubs were all slumped in their chairs, looking as if they'd lost the will to live.
She was shocked. "Feng Xuan, is your cooking really that bad?"
"Of course not," Feng Xuan said, pushing a bowl of porridge toward her. "Try it. The little ones are just stuffed."
"That's right," Xiao Yu said with a burp. "Female Mother, Beast Father Feng Xuan's porridge is delicious!"
Suspicious, Yu An took a sip, and her eyes went wide.
Feng Xuan said smugly, "It's good, right? I added my secret ingredient."
"Good... Good my foot!"
