IBO -Chapter 169 The “Evil” Chicken Breast

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While Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er were having a tent-setting competition, Song Yutu had a premonition: this contest would not go smoothly.

Taking advantage of the moment, he quietly went to another spot in the camping area Song Yiran had chosen and set up everyone’s tents in secret.

By the time he returned, Xiao Zhong’er had just been rescued from a tent by Song Yiran.

Song Yutu glanced at the two tents they had set up—one collapsed into ruins, the other torn open with a huge rip.

So while Song Yiran comforted Xiao Zhong’er, Song Yutu quickly tidied up the remains of the two tents on the ground.

Chewing his jerky, he proudly invited Song Yiran to notice his efforts: “Brother, did I do a good job?”

“Awesome, awesome, absolutely awesome!” Song Yiran immediately gave him a thumbs up. “Our Tutu is amazing!”

After a round of commotion, Song Yiran had set up tables, chairs, and a barbecue rack in the open area in front of the tent.

Next came the skewering session!

The table was already set with empty plates and hundreds of skewers. Prepped ingredients were lined up in order, ready to be threaded.

Song Yiran, Xiao Zhong’er, and Song Yutu, three adults, were in charge of threading, while the little kids played.

That was Song Yiran’s imagined scene—but in reality, the kids crowded over, eager to join in.

Song Buli whispered, “Brother, can we skewer too?”

He blinked his big eyes and gave a pitiful look at Song Yiran.

Other kids imitated him, launching a coordinated “puppy-dog eye” attack.

Song Yiran felt a twinge of guilt, but he coldly refused.

“Nope!” Song Yiran wagged a finger in front of them. “You’re still too little for skewering.”

He explained, “Threading skewers is a bit dangerous. You might accidentally poke your hands.”

The kids fell silent, exchanging glances.

Finally, Song Buli asked, “Then, what else can we do?”

Song Yiran smiled. “You don’t have to do anything. Just play on the side. When the skewers are ready, we’ll call you to eat.”

Song Buli frowned slightly. “But Brother, we want to help too.”

Song Xianyue chimed in, “Yes, yes, we’re part of this family. We can work together!”

Song Yuexin said seriously, “Our teacher says that household chores are something every family member should do. So we should help too.”

Hearing this, Song Yiran paused, scanning their faces. Every child looked completely earnest—no joking.

After thinking for a moment, he realized it was time to cultivate the kids’ hands-on skills.

“Okay!” Song Yiran waved his hand. “Then, babies, can you help pass the ingredients?”

The kids nodded excitedly: “Okay~”

So the division of labor was set: Song Yiran, Xiao Zhong’er, and Song Yutu threaded the skewers, and the kids passed the ingredients they needed.

Ingredients were lined up on the table in order, and each kid was responsible for two or three items in front of them.

When the skewering adults called for an ingredient, the kids had to quickly find it and pass it along to the adult.

Though this slowed down skewering, the kids were thrilled—they finally got to “work” with the adults!

Of course, trouble was bound to happen.

Song Yiran needed some chicken breast. He smiled at the kids: “Babies, please pass me the marinated chicken breast.”

“Okay!” Song Buli obediently answered, then turned to his friends. “Who has the chicken breast?”

Song Fu shook his head. “Not me.”
Song Chiyu shook his head. “Not me either.”
Song Yinyun shook his head. “Not me either.”

“It’s with me! I’ll pass it now!” Song Xianyue immediately reached for the marinated chicken breast.

The kids were wearing disposable claw gloves, and the chicken breast was very slippery—slipperier with the gloves.

Song Xianyue carefully held the chicken, afraid it would slip, and passed it to Song Chiyu.

Song Chiyu received it and quickly passed it to Song Yinyun.

Song Yinyun found it too slippery, and passed it to Song Fu, warning, “Fu Fu, be careful, it’s slippery.”

Song Fu confidently replied, “Don’t worry! I’ll be super, super careful!”

He took the chicken and turned to pass it to Song Buli.

At that moment, disaster struck. Song Fu’s hind paw stepped on a small stone while turning, and he lost balance.

As he was about to fall, he flailed his tail and barely stabilized himself.

But while his balance was restored, the chicken breast on his claws was about to slip. He reached for it, but it slid even faster, almost falling in midair.

Song Fu let out a wailing cry: “No! Meat!”

Luckily, Song Buli saved the day. Using a nimble movement, he caught the chicken in his claws.

“It’s okay, it’s okay! I caught it!” Song Buli exclaimed, then turned to hand it to Song Yiran. “Brother, I got it!”

Just as he was about to place it in Song Yiran’s hand, his claws started to slip.

The gloves were slippery, the chicken was slippery—double slippery. He couldn’t hold it.

Panicked, Song Buli gripped harder, and the chicken shot out of his claws with a “pop.”

His mouth formed an “O” in shock. How did it fly out?

The chicken traced a graceful parabola and landed… on Song Yiran’s jacket.

Song Yutu shouted: “Brother, I’ll save you!”

He dropped his half-threaded skewer, leapt into the air, and reached for the “evil” chicken breast.

At the same time, Xiao Zhong’er launched his rescue plan.

“Ahhh! Song Yiran, I’ll save you!” Xiao Zhong’er lunged toward him to push him out of the way.

The two rescuers collided midair.

“Boom—” Song Yutu and Xiao Zhong’er crashed to the ground, both in a mess.

Xiao Zhong’er panicked: “Ahhh! It’s too late! Song Yutu, don’t you have flame powers? Burn that cursed chicken to ashes!”

Song Yutu snapped back to his senses. “Right! I have flame powers!” He unleashed his ability, and the chicken was immediately wrapped in orange flames.

If they burned it to ashes…

But it was too late. The “evil” chicken, along with the flames, fell onto Song Yiran’s jacket.

Song Yutu shouted: “Brother, don’t worry! My flames won’t hurt you!”

Song Yiran didn’t know how to react. The flames didn’t harm him, but the chicken was now cooked.

The sizzling, oiled chicken left greasy stains on his jacket—but smelled delicious.

Following his no-waste principle—well, and his hungry stomach—he couldn’t resist and ate it. Mmm, not bad!

Song Buli’s eyes teared up, and he ran over, clinging to Song Yiran’s pants: “Waaah… Brother, I’m sorry… I really didn’t mean it… Waaaah…”

Song Buli’s ears drooped sadly to the sides, and his tail hung down forlornly.

Song Yiran gently comforted him, “It’s okay, sweetheart. This is just a small matter.”

“But… but… but… brother’s clothes got dirty… sob sob…” Song Buli sniffled quietly. “If I had held onto the meat properly, brother’s clothes wouldn’t have gotten dirty…”

Song Yiran patted the little head of Song Buli. “Clothes getting dirty is nothing. Clothes are going to be washed sooner or later, right?”

Song Buli’s lips pouted like a little duck’s. “But if I had held it more carefully, brother’s clothes wouldn’t be dirty…”

“But darling, clothes are always going to get dirty!” Song Yiran pulled out a tissue and gently wiped the tears from the corners of Song Buli’s eyes. “Sweetheart, whether clothes get dirty or not, they all have to be washed in the end. So what does it matter if they’re dirty?”

He softly coaxed him, “Alright, alright, don’t cry. If you cry too much now, you’ll be too tired to eat the skewers later!”

“Do you want to eat skewers, Lili?” Song Yiran tempted Song Buli again. “Juicy, fragrant skewers~ Do you want some, Lili?”

Song Buli swallowed and mumbled softly, “I want some.”

Song Yiran stroked his head. “Then, Lili, let’s not cry, okay? If you cry now, you won’t have the energy to eat the delicious skewers later!”

Song Buli nodded. “Okay, I won’t cry then.”

And just like that, the little crisis passed peacefully.

Or perhaps, it hadn’t really passed.