Si Shuo glanced at Xia Ming, and after learning she was a Kangaroo, he contentedly teleported back.
Just then, the cubs woke up. With their eyes still hazy with sleep, they found their Father, clambered onto him, and whined about being hungry. Their dazed, dependent expressions were the spitting image of their Mother's. 'How could he not adore them?'
He chuckled, hoisting them up one by one, and began to cook meat porridge over the campfire, stirring in some wild bird eggs.
Accustomed to catering to his picky little mate, Zhi Le—who had never been particular about food himself—now strove for perfection with every meal.
The cubs ate with gusto, and Xia Ming practically buried her face in her bowl. There were even smears of porridge on her forehead from its rim. Her silly look made Yi Wan's heart ache with fondness.
After the meal, Yi Wan and his group packed their things and rejoined the main party.
