This morning, Cynthia got up a bit earlier than usual, and this ti she didn’t need her sister’s reminder. She obediently went to wash her face and brush her teeth, and even combed her own hair. She ran to the balcony, poured so water on Lilina, who was basking in the sun, ran to the door, and handed the Demon Fox Girl, who was about to sunbathe for fifteen minutes, a bone cookie. She climbed the tree in the yard, greeted the Crow couple with a good morning, and found the Little Crow leading a dozen mini divhs looking for grass seeds in the yard. She offered those little fellows a big bunch of lettuce leaves. Then she rushed back to the living room and said goodbye to everyone there. Watching this from the side, I finally couldn’t hold it in:
"I say... asking you to go ho isn’t sending you to your death, is it necessary to make the atmosphere so solemn?"
Cynthia’s face was filled with the expression of Xiang Lin, looking like she just left the set of ’The Rickshaw Boy’: "Uncle, do you know how bad my mom’s cooking is? She just texted , saying she made a big table of dishes to welco her daughter..."
I glanced silently at Sandora, then back at Cynthia: "Little girl, you’re still too young, never witnessed true fear... Sandora, calm down! I didn’t say anything! That was your illusion! Anwina, quickly hide your frying pan, stop Sandora from going to the kitchen... wait! Sandora, what are you doing! Let go of that rice cooker! Focus on Lilina instead!"
The Xiang Lin expression on Cynthia’s face vanished, replaced by a glowing smile as she watched the household spring to chaotic life again: "Hmm, Uncle’s house is lively as always. When I tell Dad about things here, he won’t scold Jia Di and for drawing doors on the walls every day."
I turned to look out the window. It was a sunny and beautiful day. The Little Crow was leading her split lifeforms in the yard foraging. A group of mini divhs, each about ten centiters tall, was bouncing around the grass, searching for edible grass seeds and tender shoots. One little divh, strayed from the group, hopped onto the windowsill, holding her inseparable eggshell, collecting dew from the potted flower on the sill — but there was no dew left, so she seed a bit disappointed. Chuckling, my sister dripped a few drops of tea into the little one’s eggshell, and the mini Crow God imdiately perked up, heading back to her sisters with a series of happy "chirps".
In the living room, a semi-transparent jelly creature was leisurely wobbling on the sofa by the window. This creature, defined as both toy and pet, must be the most laid-back mber of the household. Sunbathing while curiously observing people walk by, it would occasionally mimic soone in the house to enhance its presence. This mimicry seed to be a reflexive action, as it showed no signs of higher intelligence. Watching it, I noticed its belly was filled with random items again, including Qianqian’s magic cube, my sister’s comb, and Little Baobao’s toys — even a dainty princess shoe that seed to belong to a doll. This arcane colloidal organism, although lacking advanced intelligence, had animal-level thinking ability and many quirky hobbies, like collecting scattered debris and storing it in its belly. I have to admit, it’s a good habit. Since this sli nad Xizhi Lang ca to our ho, we’ve been finding little trinkets from its belly every day — stuff soone had almost forgotten.
Tired of fretting over lost coins down bed creases? Saddened by postcards laden with mories going missing? Don’t worry, get yourself a sli! — Now why did I suddenly think of these?
Little Baobao was sitting next to the sli, continually attempting to communicate with it. After several failed attempts, the little girl pulled out a straw, intending to sip so water from it — I wanted to stop her, but I was too late. Little Baobao got a faceful of arcane sparks, and teary-eyed, she ca running back. Chuckling helplessly, I carried the little one to the water room to wash her face.
"Hey, idiot, have you seen my shoe?" Just after settling Little Baobao, Little Light ca fluttering down from the second floor, one foot wearing a shoe, the other dressed in a white sock. "The shoes I just bought from the SD area two days ago are missing?"
I pointed to the window: "Ask Xizhi Lang over there, serves you right for throwing things about; it probably got treated as junk."
The little doll went grumbling to Xizhi Lang to settle the score. A mont later, there was a sudden burst of arcane release and Little Light’s shrill cursing from the window area. Soon, the unfortunate little doll returned victorious, half her body blackened, with hair standing on end, holding her newly reclaid shoe: "Idiot, give a bath and comb my hair!"
I: "...When are you going to learn how to communicate with that blob of jelly?"
"None of your business!"
It’s the sa every day; every morning is as lively and entertaining as always. Although there’s always plenty of botherso issues, things that weigh down on one’s spirits, life still goes on. There’s no point in wearing a long face, right? The days with these amusing companions by my side are just routine, and anything beyond that can be left to take its course: sotis I really find myself thinking this way. Although knowing that Sandora would hear about it would undoubtedly lead to another grumbling session filled with her epic complaints, but once she’s relaxed, she inevitably falls into that retired middle-aged worker’s mindset of basking in the sun and idling the days away...
I took the little pitch-black doll to give her a bath; it’s pretty quick, after all it’s much less trouble bathing a doll that doesn’t fear getting water in her eyes or shampoo stinging. Just soak her in the water, sar her with soap all over, rub a few tis with a dishcloth—I personally feel this process is about as difficult as washing dishes—but I absolutely cannot let Little Light know this, otherwise she’d bite onto my head and hang there all day, even refusing to eat in between. Once the little one is cleaned up, I put her under a dedicated hair dryer for a warm breeze. This hair dryer is also one of my unique inventions; it’s assembled from three hand dryers, with an oven rack from below to dry the little doll. When in use, just place the doll on the rack and blow warm air for five minutes: the little doll likes the dium speed. As for the motive behind this invention... because it’s exceptionally difficult to wipe a doll with spherical joints and keyholes with a towel, so I invented this thing. At least now, Little Light has no excuse to say towel fibers would get stuck in the keyholes to refuse a bath. Anyone who has raised children knows how challenging it is to coax a child into the tub...
Initially, the little doll strongly protested being blown dry under the hair dryer, claiming it was an insult to doll rights, but after two tries she couldn’t resist and now willingly goes under the warm air without being forced. "The warm dry air at forty to fifty degrees Celsius blowing into the keyholes,"—that’s how she describes the sensation the hair dryer gives her.
Such inexplicable sensations... I feel like I’ve really raised a bunch of peculiar folks.
When I lifted the clean little doll out, I noticed there were two more people in the living room whom I actually knew, one was Father God, and the other... was Bingdisi’s dad!
Uncle Kuwayin, long ti no see, are you here today to take this unlucky daughter of yours back to rid the public harm?
"Hey, I’m here to take my daughter ho," Father God greeted with great enthusiasm upon spotting , and Cynthia already turned into a little black cat, comfortably rolling and purring in his arms—truly... truly an alternative scene of family bliss, "Sola’s been urging a lot, she’s not used to Cynthia being out for so long."
In her black cat form, Cynthia lifted a paw and tapped her dad’s chin, muttering, "ow... well no, Mom’s just worrying herself, at this rate she’s bound to spoil into a naughty kid, just like Xiao Xue."
Do you feel like you’re still not naughty enough?
When Cynthia said she wanted to go ho last night, I received a ssage from the Divine Race indicating they’d send soone to pick her up today, yet I didn’t expect Father God and Bingdisi’s dad to co; I thought there’d at least be a whole diplomatic envoy group, figuring we might have to host a state banquet in the morning at the very least. Truly, the Star Domain Divine Race exceeds my expectations; you simply can’t plan for them with ordinary logic. Father God’s actions seem like a typical uncle going to pick up a daughter left with a neighbor after work—I really was overthinking before.
"Honestly, this girl hasn’t caused you much trouble, right?" Father God chuckled, scratching Cynthia’s chin as if teasing a cat. Without being told, you wouldn’t associate the little black cat in his arms with the term ’daughter’: one of the greatest similarities between Father God and is that we both have a bunch of bizarre creatures around.
"No, to be honest, Cynthia is quite well-behaved," I mused, offering the most sincere judgnt, "I’m not just being polite; Cynthia really is pretty good. If only my kids were half as easy to manage as Cynthia."
Father God laughed heartily, and the little black cat in his arms rolled over with excitent. For soone like Cynthia to receive a well-behaved child evaluation is truly remarkable; it seems life circumstances dictate everything: what if she tried hanging out with kids other than ours?
"Other people’s children." Xiao Xue floated by from nearby, with a sardine stick between her teeth, her face full of grievance, and uttered a sentence that made sigh deeply: didn’t think I’d beco the initiator of the "other people’s kids effect" myself?
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"Hey, Uncle, long ti no see." I noticed Father God was busy amusing his daughter, so I made my way over to Uncle Kuwayin. This flamboyant uncle, who always dresses like a vampire noble from a Demon Hunter movie, was now exchanging awkward glances with his daughter. Bingdisi sat across from him, casually tearing into a vacuum-packed chicken leg, maintaining a strange silence between them. My greeting finally disrupted the quiet, and Uncle Kuwayin turned to with a smile, saying, "Ah, Chen, it’s been... a really long ti, hasn’t it?"
I let out a dry laugh, "Just pretend it has been a long ti."
"This kid is always like this," Father God’s voice echoed from afar, obviously talking about Uncle Kuwayin, who was sitting there with a serious deanor, "Ever since Bingdisi ca back, he’s been even more enthusiastic than before. As soon as he hears there’s a task over here, he leaps at the chance, saying he wants to see his daughter, but the mont he does, he clams up and can’t even talk..."
Cold sweat visibly broke out on Uncle Kuwayin’s face, but he didn’t dare retaliate against Father God’s teasing. Listening to them, I suddenly felt a sense of absurdity: the family dynamics around are such a ss!
I’m like a close buddy to Bingdisi, so I call her Sister Bing; Uncle Kuwayin is Bingdisi’s dad, so I call him Uncle; Father God is the creator of all gods, so technically he’s an ancestor of Uncle Kuwayin; I’m the sa generation of Void Creature as Father God, so I call him Second Brother; Cynthia is Father God’s daughter, so she calls Uncle; Cynthia is also Bingdisi’s childhood friend, so they’re like sisters; hence, Bingdisi should call Uncle, and what should I call Bingdisi... I guess I can call her anything. And in the midst of this chaos, the most amazing thing is: if you take out each relationship individually, they all make sense!
Since eting this bunch, I’m always teetering on the edge of ethical dilemmas.
Uncle Kuwayin ca to see his daughter, but when they t, he didn’t know what to say. Bingdisi is, of course, fond of her dad, but being the cheeky sort, she isn’t the type to snuggle up and act coy with her parents, so the two remained awkwardly silent like a bickering father and daughter. But that’s none of my concern; they’ve probably been like this for life. Just when I was about to leave, the little doll fluttered over, shaking my head vigorously, "Idiot, idiot! Have you seen my hairpin?"
I was just about to suggest she check with Xizhi Lang when Uncle Kuwayin’s cheerful voice ca from behind, "Hey, isn’t this Little Light? Co, co, co sit with Grandpa for a while..."
: "..." Bingdisi: "..."
Little Doll: "...Who’s this Uncle?" She swiftly forgot Uncle Kuwayin, whom she had briefly t before, as she isn’t concerned with such things.
"Dad! What’s gotten into you again?!" Finally unable to maintain her silence, Bingdisi roared at her dad, but he paid no attention to her outburst, just smiled cheerfully at the little doll, extending his hand, "Co, let Grandpa hold you. Look at this face, look at these eyes, this hair, these wings, with that 2-5-8 expression, you’re just like my daughter carved out of the sa mold, just a bit smaller... When you flew down, you almost hit the wall. You haven’t been to flying school yet, right?"
Hearing this, the little doll finally realized who this uncle was and imdiately hid behind my back, only her little head peeking out, "I rember now, he’s that crazy uncle!"
I calmly took two steps back, giving Uncle Kuwayin a dry smile, "So your daughter’s long-standing unmarried status has finally driven you to hallucinations."
This remark instantly hit two people, one being Kuwayin, whose daughter has remained unmarried for a long ti, prompting him to crouch and draw circles on the ground, and the other being Bingdisi, who has also stayed single. She bared her teeth at with a slight smile, provocatively beckoning with her finger, "Dare to respond to if I call you?"
Not falling for it, I turned and started to walk away, with Bingdisi’s exasperated voice following ... But if I stopped now, I’d be in trouble. Given Bingdisi’s principles, she’d drag her dad up for a thrashing...
By this ti, breakfast was ready, and my sister ca out to invite everyone to eat. Though two unexpected guests showed up today, the als were well-prepared—as ever since Sandora joined the family, we’ve been cooking every al in quantities like a canteen. Father God happily settled at the table with Cynthia on his lap, displaying a firm resolve that he planned to eat to his heart’s content. I suddenly rembered sothing, "Oh right, Cynthia ntioned earlier that her mom has already prepared a al at ho, waiting for you two to co back and eat..."
"Yes," Father God nodded heavily, "Sola told to co back quickly after picking up our daughter, but since the food is ready here, let’s eat. Co on, Cynthia, eat until you are full!"
: "..." Are you really Father God?
"If you get stuffed here, will you still have room for more when you get back?" Bingdisi brazenly teased Father God, who casually replied while scooping food onto his plate, "The purpose is to eat less when we get back, plus the Xyrin Emperor earnestly invited us. Having a al here with my daughter isn’t unreasonable, right? Sola will understand."
Everyone at the table stared in astonishnt, then suddenly acknowledged the situation with "Oh’s," and Father God sent a pitiful glance, muttering under his breath, "It’s all for one last indulgence..."
"..." At this point, I really felt tempted to utilize Sandora’s culinary skills. I’m sure if I did it once, we’d see at least two-thirds fewer people coming over to mooch als afterwards.
Since Father God was there to take his daughter ho, he bid farewell after the al. Uncle Kuwayin spent most of his ti trying to feed the little doll and cozy up to her, likely seeing traces of a once more obedient Bingdisi in her, hence his enthusiasm. The little doll spent the entire ti guarding and dodging, eating her al with great difficulty, and breathed a sigh of relief as the "crazy uncle" finally prepared to leave.
"Child, it’s not that your dad is being pushy, but you’re really not young anymore..." Uncle Kuwayin quietly pulled Bingdisi aside while Father God opened the Teleportation Gate, speaking in a hushed tone that everyone in the living room could hear, "It’s not practical for you to keep fooling around like this..."
Bingdisi was already frazzled, and without hesitation pointed in my direction, "Alright, alright, I’ve discussed it with this fool, if no one wants , he will! Satisfied?"
I froze, "Since when did we agree..."
Before finishing my sentence, Bingdisi shot a fierce glare, signaling: "Don’t you dare squeak and risk a beating—" So I imdiately shut up. Uncle Kuwayin seed to find that a satisfactory answer, let out a hearty laugh, and turned to leave.
And with that, the stressful morning ca to an end. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welco to visit the source site to vote with your recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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