IBO – Chapter 16 Sweet Soy Milk or Savory Soy Milk

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“Swish—” Without a second of hesitation, Song Yiran pulled open the curtains with a cool, decisive motion, letting the morning sunlight flood into the room.

“Kids, the sun’s already shining on your butts—time to get up and have breakfast!” Song Yiran said as he spoke, and with lightning-fast hands that left no time to react, he flipped the entire blanket right off.

With the blanket gone, Song Buli and Song Xiuhu were immediately exposed to the sunlight. In the end, all they could do was rub their eyes with their little paws, yawn sleepily, and slowly open their eyes.

After opening his eyes, Song Buli noticed the gifts beside him. At first, he was filled with confusion at this small pile of presents that had suddenly appeared next to him.

They definitely hadn’t been there when he went to sleep last night—so how did all these things suddenly show up after just one night’s sleep?

This was far too suspicious!

As a five-year-old child faced with something suspicious, Song Buli chose to cast his puzzled little gaze toward Song Yiran.

Song Yiran caught the confusion coming from Song Buli. He had originally planned to enjoy Song Buli’s joy upon seeing the gifts, but he hadn’t expected Song Buli to have completely forgotten about his birthday presents.

“Lili, these are your birthday gifts,” Song Yiran explained, then kept his eyes fixed on Song Buli’s every move.

Once Song Buli realized these were his birthday gifts, his already round eyes widened even more, and his tail began wagging nonstop, expressing the joy in his heart.

Seeing Song Buli’s reaction, Song Yiran nodded silently in his heart.

That’s right—this is exactly how it should be. This kind of excitement is spot on!

Although… wolves don’t really wag their tails, do they?

Ah, forget it. They’ve already transmigrated into the interstellar age anyway—things are definitely different from Blue Planet. So even if wolves wag their tails, there’s nothing strange about it.

Just as Song Yiran’s thoughts were about to drift farther and farther away, Song Buli’s clear voice pulled him back. “Thank you, big brother!” Song Buli thanked him with a face full of excitement.

What Song Buli received in response was a loving pat on the head.

Raising kids meant treating everyone equally. Song Yiran also gave Song Xiuhu a loving head pat and said, “When it’s Huhu’s birthday, you’ll have one too.”

“I—I’ll have one too?” Song Xiuhu asked uncertainly. He had thought only Song Buli would get one, since Song Buli came here first. He hadn’t expected that he would get one in the future as well.

By now, Song Yiran could be considered someone with childcare experience. He directly took the calendar and pen from the table and circled July 8 in front of Song Xiuhu.

“Huhu, the day I circled is your birthday. Every day that passes, we’ll cross off one date.
When we cross off this circle, it’ll be your birthday. We’ll celebrate it for you and prepare birthday presents,” Song Yiran explained patiently.

“But for now, it’s time for breakfast. Let’s eat first.”

As the head of the household, Song Yiran issued the command to eat. Then, with one hand he picked up Song Xiuhu, and with the other he scooped up Song Buli, who was trying to open his gift.

Worthy of being the head of the childcare center—his actions were swift and decisive! Truly congratulations, truly congratulations!

Today’s breakfast was fluffy meat buns and steaming hot sweet soy milk.

Song Yiran had specially prepared three different fillings: pork with scallions, diced chicken with carrots, and lamb with scallions.

That way, the kids could eat whichever filling they wanted.

As for why the buns had three kinds of fillings, while the soy milk was only sweet—

That involved Song Yiran’s little secret and the evil plan he was quietly putting into action.

Song Yiran: Thanks for the invite. Actually, I’m a sweet-food loyalist. And in order to strengthen the ranks of our sweet faction, I plan to quietly cultivate the kids into sweet loyalists too.

To prevent any accidents, I absolutely will not give them even the tiniest chance to come into contact with salty soy milk!

So here’s the question: why did Song Yiran have such a deep obsession with this matter?

So deep that he would even target innocent, clueless little kids and carry out such a scandalous evil plan?

Well, behind all this lies a story that would make listeners sad and viewers cry.

And the beginning of this story starts from Song Yiran’s childhood.

Song Yiran was a not-so-ordinary southerner. Why “not so ordinary”?

First of all, before the age of six, he was just a perfectly ordinary southerner—born and raised in the south, with three generations of ancestors who all lived there.

Song Yiran’s parents were the same: locally born, three generations in the south, very ordinary southerners.

Until that day—A day Song Yiran would never forget.

On his sixth birthday, his tiny worldview was shaken to its core.

That morning, Song Yiran woke up early and happened to see his dad about to go out to buy breakfast.

He felt that he was already a kid capable of running errands on his own, so he acted cute and asked to help buy breakfast.

In the end, his dad agreed, put the money into Song Yiran’s pocket, and reminded him not to listen to strangers and to go to the breakfast shop closest to home.

On the way to the breakfast shop, little Song Yiran was as happy as a small rabbit sprinting wildly across the grasslands.

When he arrived, he bought the usual number of buns his family ate for breakfast, then casually grabbed a few bottles of soy milk and went to pay.

Accidents often happen in an instant—just like how little Song Yiran didn’t realize at the time that the bottles of soy milk he grabbed would change his life.

Because at that moment, young Song Yiran naively believed that there was only one kind of soy milk in the world: sweet soy milk.

The poor child didn’t yet know that there was another kind in this world—salty soy milk—and that the breakfast shop sold it too.

After carefully escorting breakfast home, Song Yiran felt extremely proud of himself.

He could buy breakfast for the family all by himself now!

He was definitely going to brag about it to his classmates at kindergarten!

Seeing his proud little expression, Song Yiran’s dad couldn’t help patting his head and praising him, praising him until he was completely dizzy.

After that, his mom finished washing up and praised him as well.

However, this beautiful moment was shattered three minutes later.

“Today you bought salty soy milk—nice! Ranran is amazing, you even know Mommy likes salty soy milk without me saying anything.”

“Mm, salty soy milk really is better. Ranran even noticed Daddy likes salty soy milk too. Our Ranran is so smart!”

“Crack…” Song Yiran felt as if something in his heart had cracked open.

Little Song Yiran instinctively learned that silence is golden. He silently took a sip of his dad’s soy milk.

Then he turned to stone.

Salty soy milk! Why does salty soy milk even exist?! Sweet soy milk is clearly the best!

At that moment, his mind was filled with his parents’ words: “likes salty soy milk.”

Later on, he couldn’t even remember how he got through that breakfast. By the time he came out of his petrified state, he had already been sent to kindergarten by his dad.

He originally wanted to complain to his little friends, but class started just a few minutes later.

So our well-behaved little Song Yiran entered class mode.

After much difficulty, class finally ended, and he gathered with the friends he usually played with.

Song Yiran wanted to tell them about his morning ordeal, but looking at their pairs of innocent eyes, he was possessed by some strange impulse and asked the fated question:

“Do you usually drink sweet soy milk or salty soy milk?”

His friends answered in unison: “Salty!”

“Crack—crash!”

This was the sound of six-year-old Song Yiran’s worldview shattering.

And it shattered completely, beyond repair.

Later, he forgot how he endured the rest of that day. Even at night when he went to sleep, the words “salty soy milk” kept echoing in his mind.

As he grew older, Song Yiran learned about the sweet faction and the salty faction.

He also learned that everyone has different tastes—some people like sweet soy milk, and some like salty soy milk.

But things were far from that simple.

From kindergarten to elementary school, middle school, high school, and even university, throughout Song Yiran’s entire academic life, due to some inexplicable force majeure, he never once met someone who liked sweet soy milk like he did.

This was absurd! Over more than ten years, with so many classes and so many classmates, he somehow never encountered a single sweet loyalist!

Not even anyone who ate sweet zongzi! Everyone ate savory zongzi…

Song Yiran: AHHH! (╯‵*′）╯︵┻━┻

He even made a few online friends—but all of them were salty loyalists, without exception.

Even during New Year visits with his parents, going to all kinds of relatives’ homes—he still never met a single sweet loyalist!

For a long time, he couldn’t understand why. Even now, he still couldn’t figure it out.

He wasn’t this unlucky in other things—yet when it came to finding fellow sweet loyalists, he was unlucky to this extent!

He had even secretly wondered whether he might be the legendary chosen one.

After all, such a low-probability event really sounded like a novel protagonist’s setup!

He even bought lottery tickets a few times—unfortunately, he never won.

From then on, he understood that he wasn’t any so-called chosen one.

He was just an unlucky sweet loyalist.

Ah… talking about it just brings tears.

Song Yiran would like to call these more-than-ten years of hardship “The Tragedy Caused by Two Cups of Soy Milk.”

Who would have thought that back then he’d be so unlucky—he bought three cups of soy milk in total, two of which were salty, and those two just happened to be drunk by his parents.

Now that he had finally encountered kids who hadn’t tasted salty soy milk yet, how could he possibly let them off?

While the kids were still young, he would give them sweet soy milk, sweet zongzi, sweet tofu pudding—subtly influencing them to become sweet loyalists.

What a perfect plan—absolutely flawless!

That way, he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

And he wouldn’t be the odd one out among a crowd of salty loyalists.

How wonderful!