Qin Xiaoran tied the sheep to a tree beside the thatched hut, and Mo Qingran pulled some grass and tossed it over. Once the sheep had eaten its fill, it could produce milk, so the little baby would not go hungry.
When Bing Ling returned, he glared at the sheep tied beneath the tree, frightening it into another miserable bleat. Knowing he was unhappy, Feng Wuhen held Song Bieli and coaxed him, "Didn't Senior Brother want fish for lunch? I just learned a new dish. I'll make you a different kind of grilled fish!"
Hearing that, Bing Ling's mood improved greatly. He no longer held it against the sheep. After giving it a disdainful snort, he went over and circled Feng Wuhen.
Watching Bing Ling become cheerful again, Feng Wuhen felt that his senior brother was even more like a child than Song Bieli in his arms.
Seeing that Feng Wuhen had carried the child for most of the day, Shen Ziheng worried that his arms would grow tired. "Ah Hen, you've been holding him for so long. Your arms must be sore. How about I hold him for a while?"
Feng Wuhen shook his head. "I'm not tired. This child is so light!"
Song Bieli had only drunk medicinal soup that morning and had not eaten anything. Now, his little belly rumbled with hunger.
Hearing the noise, Feng Wuhen handed the child to Qin Leyan for the moment. Then, he and Shen Ziheng each took a bowl and approached the mother sheep, whose mood had only just settled. After milking fresh goat's milk, they sought out Meng Hongying to warm it.
Meng Hongying held the two bowls with a speechless expression and heated them with fire spiritual power. Song Bieli kept staring at her, thinking that cultivation truly was