From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

The gently swaying hammock brought a few wisps of soft breeze. Little You'an, lying comfortably, half-closed her eyes and relaxed her body, feeling a little sleepy.

From afar, all you could see was a tiny figure slowly curling up into a small ball, its little head drooping little by little towards its chest, until soon only the dark back of its head and hair were visible.

The commotion outside and the tranquility inside the shop seemed to form two separate worlds.

A small, metallic ball rolled silently out from a corner of the backyard. When it encountered steps or thresholds, it would gently jump up and then silently fall to the ground to continue rolling.

It kept rolling and rolling silently...

It paused for a moment, as if consciously hesitating about something, right down below the hammock.

After a while, little You'an in the hammock began to make soft nasal sounds, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

It then lightly leaped and rolled onto the hammock, gently brushing against Xiao Youan's little hand beside the tiny ball of fur.

The sleeping little You'an slightly pulled her hand back, and the little ball was so frightened that it dared not move.

After an unknown amount of time, seeing that Wang Meng, who had gone to buy milk tea, was about to return, Xiao Qiu reluctantly and cautiously rubbed against Xiao Youan's hand before jumping to the ground.

Just then, a small hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the ball that had jumped into the air.

The ball, suddenly grabbed, was momentarily stunned and dared not roll any further, pretending to be an ordinary metal ball, letting Xiao Youan hold it in her hand.

Xiao You'an opened her eyes, withdrew her hand from the ball, and curiously rotated the ball back and forth in her palm to see what it looked like.

This small metal ball carried an energy aura he had never felt before, and its small size made You'an instinctively feel that it was incredibly hard.

but……

Little You'an exclaimed "Eh!" and then stretched out a little finger from her other hand, poking it into the conspicuous little hole on the ball.

Not suitable?

Xiao Youan frowned slightly, looking at the small hole on the ball that was clearly poked out with a finger, with some confusion.

Unconvinced, he stretched out his index finger and poked at the small hole or the surface of the ball again, but his finger pressure did not create another hole; instead, it made his finger hurt.

The little ball, poked, seemed to want to cry but dared not make a sound, as if afraid that Xiao Youan would discover that it was conscious.

"If you don't make a sound, I'll throw you into the toilet and flush you down the drain," Xiao You'an suddenly said, but her voice was fiercely cute.

sewer?

The consciousness inside the ball instantly thought of the environment and smell of the sewers and couldn't help but shudder. It didn't want to be thrown into that horrible place.

“Baby…baby.”

Xiao Youan's expression instantly turned somewhat disgusted. He didn't know why, but he just didn't like the little ball in front of him calling him that.

Although he was currently in the form of a cub, his intuition told him that he shouldn't be like this, but this was the only way!

The little ball seemed to sense his emotional fluctuation, swaying slightly before cautiously speaking, "Baby..."

After a pause, it changed its name: "Youyou".

Xiao You'an was slightly taken aback, not quite understanding the form of address.

"Do you want to get your memories back?" the little ball asked tentatively, unsure how much of Xiao You'an's memories of her remained.

"No," Xiao Youan refused, reaching out to throw the ball out the door.

This is a bad company; they're trying to kidnap someone's child.

The ball traced a beautiful arc in mid-air, and I was momentarily stunned.

What happened to it? Why was it thrown away?

"Ouch!"

Wang Meng, who was carrying a cup of milk tea and happily sipping another in her other hand, was walking towards the gate of Qilinju when a small ball fell from the sky and hit her on the head.

Instantly, seeing stars, he took a step back, instinctively covering his head where he had been hit.

"Plop!" The milk tea I was drinking fell to the ground.

"My milk tea~"

"My head!" Wang Meng rubbed her head, which had been hit, and looked down at the spilled milk tea. She saw milk tea and tapioca pearls scattered all over the floor and stomped her foot in distress.

"Who littered?!"

Wang Meng looked around, searching for the thing that had just hit her.

Meanwhile, You'an, who was in the hammock inside, peeked out at Wang Meng outside, pulled the blanket next to her over her belly, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Wang Meng searched for a while at the door but couldn't find the culprit who spilled her milk tea. She could only angrily ask the shop owner next door for a broom and mop to clean up the spilled milk tea.

It's all because my former boss was stingy and didn't even pay me my salary, leaving me unable to afford a broom for my own home.

As for the current boss...

Wang Meng felt that they were immortals, so she shouldn't bother them with such mundane matters, lest she get involved in worldly affairs.

Can……

Wang Meng said she was so poor! Ever since her second uncle had a car accident and learned that Wu Sanju was gone, he hadn't given her any subsidies.

These two cups of milk tea were bought with my own savings, but I only had a few sips before they were given to Goddess Earth.

Thinking about it, Wang Meng looked at the last milk tea in her hand, and then at Xiao You'an sleeping in the hammock.

"I don't think kids should drink milk tea, right?" Wang Meng muttered to herself. "Maybe I should drink it? I'm asleep anyway, and kids don't have good memories, they'll probably forget about it when they wake up."

Feeling that her idea was acceptable, Wang Meng picked up the milk tea, pulled out the straw, and inserted it into the cup.

"puff!"

"Whoosh!" Wang Meng took a deep gulp of milk tea, half-closing her eyes and shaking her head contentedly.

Big Mouth Nine Milk Tea is so delicious, it's a pity I don't have the money. Otherwise, I could have a cup every day, drinking it while playing Minesweeper, I don't know how happy I would be.

“Mine.” Little You’an opened her eyes at some point, her bright eyes staring intently at the milk tea in Wang Meng’s hand.

"Huh?" Wang Meng was startled by the sudden sound.

Meeting Xiao Youan's eyes, he gave a somewhat guilty and awkward smile.

"Um... well..." Wang Meng's head was spinning rapidly. She scratched her hair and accidentally touched the spot where she had just been hit.

"Hi~"

"You said you bought it for me." Xiao You'an said with a straight face.

Wang Meng smiled ingratiatingly, "Little You'an! You're still too young, milk tea isn't suitable for you. How about I buy you milk instead?"

"No." Xiao Youan shook her head.

Wang Meng looked at the milk tea in her hand, feeling a bit troubled. She hadn't thought about it when she bought it, but after getting home, she realized that a three-year-old shouldn't drink milk tea. If it gave him a stomachache, the delivery guy would beat her to death!

"Did you drink mine?" Xiao Youan looked at Wang Meng with teary eyes.

"I...I..." Wang Meng felt flustered and at a loss when she saw him about to cry.

"Don't cry! Please don't cry, Brother Wang Meng will buy you a new one."

"Then go buy it now," Xiao Youan said, sitting up slightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll go buy it again." Wang Meng nodded.

"Buy the one with the little black beads," Xiao Youan added. He noticed that the cup in Wang Meng's hand didn't have the black beads that had just been poured out.

“Children can’t drink black pearls, they might choke.” Now it was Wang Meng’s turn to feel wronged and on the verge of tears.

He felt that Xiao Youan was just acting out his own story, specifically the milk tea he had spilled earlier, and that he must have seen what happened at the door.

Otherwise, how would we know that you can add tapioca pearls to milk tea?