Interstellar-eldest brother raises cubs like a father [Transmigration Book]

God was a little erratic, and immediately got a little angry: "Did you hear that?"

The giant wolf nodded indiscriminately, and didn't listen at all. The picture in his eyes was different from what Mo Xiaoyu thought, but a fluffy white lamb holding a spatula, puffing up. Preaching to himself, and all he wants now is to lick his own lamb.

One bite, one real bite.Ludwig swallowed furtively, for some reason, he felt even more guilty.

Mo Xu didn't continue to take care of the giant wolf who was disobedient at first glance after speaking, but devoted himself wholeheartedly to the great cause ahead of him.

Man is iron and rice is steel, and he needs to make steel.

Now that he has his own house and a kitchen, Mo Xiaoyu can finally get enough food and clothing by himself, and eat a mouthful of warm food that humans should eat!

So I took the time to cook some food at home today, to comfort my taste buds that were about to be sacrificed by the cruel orc civilization.

The author has something to say: Youyou is super cute when he wants to eat!

But if he is already fat, I will restrain him from feeding him, but his little brain is smart.

Because the working hours of the three of us are different, my mother doesn’t go to work now, so he can cheat three breakfasts in just three time periods!

several times!several times! !

I slept late and was easily woken up by him.

Youyou came to torment me first, usually around 05:30, got me up and fed me breakfast, and he ate it all in two or three bites!

When my dad got up at 06:30, he was eager to have breakfast again. My dad didn't know that I had fed him, so he gave him another meal.

After the cat kuang kuang kuang finished eating, when my mother woke up at 08:30, the cat rushed to my mother with its head and asked him to feed him breakfast.

My mother murmured and said that my father knew that he didn't know how to feed the cat after breakfast, so he gave him another meal.

This time he was not in a hurry to eat, instead he took his time and took a few mouthfuls before eating.

When my mother thinks about it, sometimes she will say to my father at night, why don't you know how to feed the cat for breakfast?

The two of them added up and found that the cat ate one more meal, and then I went home and told me as a joke, I counted it up, it was not two meals, but three meals!

Strange, this pig can finish eating in such a short time?