Sunday morning was a little different. Cheng Tian got up even earlier than his father and mother. Yamper was still sleeping in the living room when Cheng Tian woke it by turning on the light.
"Yam?"
"Ahh... sorry, Yamper. Go back to sleep." Cheng Tian yawned as he spoke. Seeing this, Yamper fell sound asleep again.
There was a reason Cheng Tian had gotten up so early today: he needed to warm some milk for Noibat. The little one was still young, and drinking cold milk wouldn't be good for it.
Cheng Tian suspected that Moomoo Milk was so expensive entirely because of its packaging. Even the glass bottles holding the milk had been specially treated, so warming them directly in hot water was no problem.
"Sss... hoo, hoo, hoo... hot, hot!" Fifteen minutes later, Cheng Tian saw that the water warming the milk had come to a boil. He tried to fish out the bottle, only to burn himself.
With no other choice, he could only turn off the heat and let the bottle cool down first.
"Ahh... son, what are you doing up so early?" Cheng Tian's mother walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.
"Warming some milk for Noibat. The little one should be hungry after sleeping," Cheng Tian answered. At the same time, he cooled his hands under cold water, then quickly took the bottle out of the pot and set it aside. Even so, his fingers were badly scalded.
His mother gave him a puzzled look. "Don't we have a slotted spoon? Couldn't you fish it out with that?"
"Huh?" Cheng Tian froze. The idiot was still half asleep and hadn't even remembered that they had a slotted spoon.
The family ate at the dining table, while Frogadier and the others went to eat