The People Who Signed Up

Minta and Tuming nodded repeatedly beside him. They had received so much information today that they were both a little dumbfounded. They did whatever Jian Mo asked them to do.

After finally getting the baby to wake up, Jian Mo tested the temperature of the steamed egg custard and personally fed it to the baby with a spoon.

He wasn't sure if the baby could eat egg custard, and didn't dare feed him too much, planning to just give him two small spoonfuls.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the egg custard was fed to the little one, it not only didn't resist, but also fiercely picked up the spoon with its sharp little teeth and wolfed it down.

After he finished the steamed egg custard on the spoon, Jian Mo tried to scoop him another spoonful, but he still held onto the spoon and wouldn't let go.

Minta and Tuming watched from the side, their eyes wide with surprise. Minta's eyes were full of light, Tuming's eyes were a little red.

Tuming carefully pinched the little snow leopard's mouth, allowing Jian Mo to take out the spoon.

Jian Mo scooped another spoonful of steamed egg custard for the little one. Before he could even bring the spoon to the little one's mouth, the little one fiercely stretched out its head, quickly and accurately snatched the spoon, and began to wolf it down again.

The people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe never expected to see the cub so energetic. They whispered among themselves, quite amazed by Jian Mo's medical skills.

After feeding him two spoonfuls, Jian Mo took the spoon away. The little guy tried hard to reach the spoon, but when he found there was no more egg custard to eat, he started crying loudly again, "Meow!" "Meow!" His crying almost broke the hearts of his two fathers.

Minta sniffed. "Nianshan seems to still be able to eat. Can we feed him a little more?"

Jian Mo: "It's the first time feeding him, so we need to observe him for a while. We'll feed him again this afternoon. How many days old is the baby?"

Tuming counted on his fingers. "Today is the ninth day."

Jian Mo: "Have you been eating meat broth or meat stew for the past nine days? Haven't you eaten anything else?"

Minta nodded.

Jian Mo: "Does the little one always react like this when eating meat broth or meat soup? Crying, resisting, and then vomiting."

The two new fathers nodded in unison.

Jian Mo wrote down the information she had gathered, "It's still uncertain whether the baby can eat egg custard, but he absolutely cannot be fed meat broth or meat soup, at least not for the next six months. If we want to try, we can only wait until he's a bit older."

The two fathers agreed, saying, "We understand."

Jian Mo: "Observe the cub's urination and defecation over the next couple of days, write it down each time, and then tell me."

Jian Mo explained quite a bit, and by the time she finished, the little one, exhausted from crying, had already fallen asleep.

He took the cub and examined it again. There were no red marks on the cub's body, and its skin was no longer hot.

It might really be a meat allergy.

Being a little beastman from the Sharp Teeth Tribe, and being allergic to meat from birth, is indeed a difficult situation.

Jian Mo gently stroked the cub's back with pity. This little guy probably hadn't been fed properly since birth; no wonder he was so thin and weak. He'd have to be taken good care of from now on.

Minta and Tuming stayed by the cub's side.

Finally, evening arrived, and the baby's urination and defecation were normal, and there seemed to be no problem with his physical condition.

Jian Mo helped steam some fresh egg custard, and had Minta and Tuming feed the cub a small bowl. If the cub didn't eat half a bowl and refused to eat anymore, they could stop.

The two fathers fed the baby, who smacked his lips and finished the small bowl of steamed egg custard.

After eating, the little one didn't cry for the first time; instead, he yawned and fell asleep.

Minta looked at the little cub in her arms and couldn't help but cry.

Afraid of disturbing the baby, he bit his finger and cried.

Unable to bear it any longer, he ran outside, and then a loud wail came in.

Tuming handed the sleeping cub to Jian Mo, asking Jian Mo to hold it for a bit, and ran outside to comfort his partner. A few seconds later, the crying turned into a duet.

Jian Mo listened from inside the room, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

This family of three has had a really tough time.

Chapter 196 The People Who Signed Up

The children of Minta and Tuming were too young, Jian Mo suggested that they stay in the Riverside Tribe for a few more days until the children had recovered before returning home.

The two gratefully agreed.

The people of the Sharp Teeth Tribe couldn't stay in the Riverside Tribe for long, so they went back first.

To accommodate the Minta family of three, the Riverside Tribe specially vacated a house for them to move into and temporarily live with the people of the Riverside Tribe.

They settled in with the Riverside Tribe, who took good care of them, and they adapted quickly.

The cub was allergic to animal meat, Jian Mo, along with Minta and Tuming, slowly introduced other foods to it.

Later, Jian Mo discovered that the cub just couldn't eat much meat and nuts, but it had no problem eating poultry, fish, eggs, and Pack-Pack Beast milk.

Minta and Tuming breathed a sigh of relief. Recently, they had been taking turns going out hunting and gathering with the people of the Riverside Tribe. After harvesting food, they fed their cub eight meals a day, and soon the little snow leopard was full of food.

The snow leopard cub, having eaten its fill, grew very quickly. It was covered in soft, chubby fat, with big, round eyes and a thick, long tail. When you picked it up, it looked like a toy, completely unlike its former listless little kitten self.

Jian Mo rarely spent time with such a small child, and for a while, they had quite a bit of fun together.

The little snow leopard also loves Jian Mo very much. Every day it climbs onto Jian Mo's lap, snuggles into his arms, and falls fast asleep in his embrace. Occasionally it will knead its paws, making them look incredibly cute.

Jian Mo loves the snow leopard cub very much, occasionally kissing and hugging it, and she never gets tired of taking care of the cub every day.

On several occasions, Wu Jiong couldn't resist personally carrying the little snow leopard to its two fathers.

Jian Mo watched as the little snow leopard was carried away, and said regretfully, "This is the time when the little guy's fur is softest and he has the most meat. After a while, his fur will become coarser and his muscles will grow, and he won't be as fun to play with anymore."

Wu Jiong looked at Jian Mo: "It's not that fun, so you're not going to play?"

Jian Mo laughed and said, "That won't do. It's okay if it's not that fun."

Wu Jiong flicked his finger and gently tapped Jian Mo's forehead.