He couldn't just take this benefit for nothing; he had to do something in return. If he just idled around, Er Bao would surely feel imbalanced.
So, he'd have to trouble himself to get some food for Er Bao. Only after eating his fill could he have the strength to work.
As his words fell, Da Bao set off with his short, stubby legs.
After Da Bao left, Er Bao looked at the still-open door and shook his head helplessly, having no choice but to get up himself and close it.
Indeed, Da Bao's habit, no matter how many times he was told, never changed. He always forgot to close the door when leaving and never remembered to knock when entering. Telling him countless times was useless.
...
"These blocks of wood weren't for Da Bao and Er Bao? Why did you bring them back? Don't they like them?"
Ling Mo Han looked at Feng Jin, who had brought the box back again. Hadn't they already been given to the two children? Why were they back?
Could it be that they were disliked and brought back? As Ling Mo Han reached out to take it, Feng Jin slapped his hand.
"What are you touching for? Did I tell you to touch it? Be careful, don't break it."
Feng Jin's tone was slightly resentful. Why did he want to touch everything now? His curiosity was truly boundless.
"You treat it like a treasure, but you gave it away and now you've brought it back?"
"Your sons were becoming obsessed with it. I was worried they would neglect their studies and become distracted, so I brought it back. They won't play with it today; they can play with it tomorrow."
She saw that the two of them were already addicted, and if this continued, it would be dire. She had to limit their playtime.
"Isn't it like this when children see something new for the first time? Once they get tired of playing with it, they naturally won't play with it anymore."
Ling Mo Han wanted them to play to their heart's content, so they wouldn't constantly crave it. Taking it away halfway through would surely make them yearn for it, and they wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything.
"Then, according to you, I should give it back to them so they can play to their heart's content once and for all."
"Since it's already been brought back, there's no point in sending it back. We'll give it to them tomorrow. Let me see first how fun this thing is that it makes those two rascals so obsessed."
Ling Mo Han suddenly became interested. This was the first time he had seen the two of them so engrossed in a toy. It seemed there was something truly special about it, and he had to study it carefully.
Taking the small cube in his hand, the colors on it had all become inconsistent, and the shape had become rather peculiar.
"How did it become like this? It wasn't like this before?"
Ling Mo Han asked doubtfully, his gaze falling on Feng Jin, wanting to know what had happened.
"They played with it and mixed up the order. I brought it back before they could restore it. If you think it's fun, then you play with it. You just need to make all six sides have the same color."
Since Ling Mo Han found it fun, she'd let him keep it. She didn't have much interest in this cube herself. Playing with things that were too brain-burning, given her temperament, the cube wouldn't last long in her hands before she smashed it in anger.
"It's that simple."
Ling Mo Han said boastfully. It was just simple assembly of colors, such a simple matter, yet it had troubled them to this extent.
Feng Jin's eyebrows twitched slightly. He truly was a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, completely unaware of the difficulty involved. It would be good to let Ling Mo Han experience the torment of the cube.
"Then you try it and see who's more capable, you or your sons."
She might as well leave the cube with Ling Mo Han and let him study it slowly, seeing when he would finally figure it out.
"Such a simple thing, and yet you find it fun."
It was like that ring toss game Feng Jin had invented before. It had troubled them so much, yet in the end, he had easily won all the prizes.
This cube was likely the same. It looked difficult but was actually very simple. It was all a trick of the eye, with no real difficulty.
"Then you should try it."
Feng Jin didn't argue with Ling Mo Han. After all, the outcome would only be known after he tried it himself.
"I will try it, and eventually, I'll show you how capable I am."
Ling Mo Han's fighting spirit was instantly ignited. No matter what, he couldn't let Feng Jin look down on him. It was just a small cube, could it really stump him?
As his words fell, Ling Mo Han reached out and picked up the cube. His ten fingers danced nimbly over it.
Feng Jin was immediately interested and sat down on the chair opposite him. She also wanted to see what skills Ling Mo Han possessed and how long it would take him to restore the cube.
An hour passed, and Ling Mo Han was still struggling with the cube, completely focused, with no intention of stopping.
Compared to Ling Mo Han's full passion, Feng Jin was starting to feel tired. She yawned, raised her eyes to glance at Ling Mo Han, and wondered why he wasn't done yet.
"Are you done?" She couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "How much time has passed, and you're still not finished?"
"Don't rush, almost there."
Ling Mo Han had now truly experienced the cube's power. This seemingly simple object had become so difficult in his hands. He had rotated it back and forth no less than a few thousand times, yet it still looked exactly the same, with no change at all.
Feng Jin was also tired and slumped onto the table. She slightly lifted her head to look at Ling Mo Han, wondering why he wasn't finished yet.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and then there was a 'bang!' sound.
Startled, Feng Jin quickly raised her head, her sleepiness vanishing instantly, and she became completely alert.
Her gaze fell on Ling Mo Han opposite her, and Feng Jin asked with slight confusion, "What happened? What's going on!"
His face was filled with anger, and his breathing was rapid. He was panting heavily, and the cube in his hand was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's the cube? Why is it gone? It was in your hand just now?" Feng Jin finally noticed that Ling Mo Han's hands were empty.
Ling Mo Han still didn't answer. He merely reached out and pointed in the direction of the door.