He couldn't just take this benefit for nothing, he had to do something. If he kept idling around, Er Bao would surely feel unbalanced.
So, he would work hard and go get some food for Er Bao. Only when Er Bao was full and energized could he do any work.
As soon as he finished speaking, Da Bao set off with his short legs.
After Da Bao left, Er Bao looked at the still-open door, shook his head helplessly, and had to get up himself to close it.
Indeed, Da Bao's habit never changed no matter how many times he was told. He always forgot to close the door when he went out, and he didn't remember to knock when he came in. No matter how many times it was said, it was useless.
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"Didn't you give these few wooden blocks to Da Bao and Er Bao? Why did you bring them back? Don't they like them?"
Ling Mo Han saw Feng Jin holding the box back again. Weren't they already given to the two children? Why was she bringing them back?
Could it be that they were disliked, and she brought them back? As Ling Mo Han reached out to take it, Feng Jin directly slapped his hand.
"What are you touching? Did I let you touch it? Be careful, don't break it."
Feng Jin said with a slight complaint in her tone. Why did he want to touch everything now? His curiosity was really not small.
"You treat it like a treasure. You already gave it away, so why did you bring it back?"
"Your son was playing with it so obsessively. I was worried they would lose their ambition, so I took it back. They won't play with it today, but they can play tomorrow."
She saw that the two of them were already addicted. If this indulgence continued, it would be terrible. She had to regulate their playtime.
"Isn't it like this for children when they first see something they've never seen before? Once they get tired of playing with it, they naturally won't play with it anymore."
Ling Mo Han wanted them to play to their heart's content so they wouldn't always be thinking about it. If it was taken away halfway through playing, they would definitely keep thinking about it and wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything.
"Then, according to you, I should give it back to them and let them play to their heart's content."
"Since it's already been brought back, there's no point in sending it back. We'll give it to them tomorrow. Let me see how fun this thing is that it can make those two rascals so obsessed."
Ling Mo Han also became interested. This was the first time he had seen the two of them so engrossed in a toy. It seemed there was something special about it, so he had to study it carefully.
He took the small magic cube into his hands. The colors on it were all inconsistent, and the shape had become rather strange.
"How did it become like this? It wasn't like this before?"
Ling Mo Han asked doubtfully, his gaze falling on Feng Jin, wanting to know what was going on from her.
"They played with it and mixed up the order. I took it back before it was restored. If you find it interesting, then you can play with it. You just need to make all six sides the same color."
Since Ling Mo Han found it fun, he might as well keep it to play with. She didn't have that much interest in the magic cube anyway. It was too much of a brain burner, and with her personality, the magic cube wouldn't last long in her hands before she smashed it in anger.
"It's that simple."
Ling Mo Han said boastfully. It was just simple assembly of colors, such a simple matter, yet it had made them struggle like this.
Feng Jin's eyebrows slightly twitched. He was truly fearless, not knowing the difficulty at all. It would be good for Ling Mo Han to experience the torment of the magic cube.
"Then you try it. Let's see if you're better or your son is better."
She might as well leave the magic cube for Ling Mo Han and let him study it slowly, see how long it would take him to figure it out.
"Such a simple thing, only you would find it fun."
It was like that ring toss game Feng Jin had come up with before. How much trouble it had caused them, and in the end, wasn't it easily won by him?
This magic cube was probably the same. It looked difficult but was actually very simple, just some optical illusions, nothing difficult at all.
"Then you try it."
Feng Jin didn't argue with Ling Mo Han. After all, the result could only be known after he tried it himself.
"I'll try, and I'll show you my skills sooner or later."
Ling Mo Han's fighting spirit was instantly ignited. No matter what, he couldn't be looked down upon by Feng Jin. It was just a small magic cube, could it really stump him?
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Mo Han picked up the magic cube, his ten fingers dancing nimbly on it.
Feng Jin was instantly interested and sat down on the chair opposite him. She also wanted to see what Ling Mo Han was capable of and how long it would take him to restore the magic cube.
An incense stick's worth of time passed, and Ling Mo Han was still struggling with the magic cube, very focused, with no intention of stopping.
Compared to Ling Mo Han's full of passion, Feng Jin was a bit tired at this moment, she couldn't help but yawn, lifting her eyes to glance at Ling Mo Han. Why wasn't he done yet?
"Are you done?" Unable to resist, Feng Jin opened her mouth to ask. So much time had passed, why wasn't he done yet?
"Don't rush, almost there."
Ling Mo Han had now truly witnessed the power of the magic cube. How could something that looked so simple become so difficult in his hands? He had rotated it back and forth at least thousands of times, yet it still looked exactly the same as before, with no change at all.
Feng Jin was also tired and simply slumped onto the table, slightly raising her head to glance at Ling Mo Han. Why wasn't he done yet?
After another moment for a cup of tea, there was a 'bang!'
Startled, Feng Jin quickly raised her head, all sleepiness gone, and she was completely awake.
Her gaze fell on Ling Mo Han opposite her. Feng Jin asked with slight confusion, "What's wrong? What happened!"
The man's face was full of anger, even his breathing became rapid, panting heavily. The magic cube in his hand was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's the magic cube? Why isn't it here? Wasn't it just in your hand?" Feng Jin finally noticed that Ling Mo Han's hands were already empty.
Ling Mo Han still didn't answer, only pointing towards the door.