IBO -Chapter 188 The Cub Who Didn’t Listen

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But would the cubs really follow Song Yiran’s advice?

Late at night, everyone was resting in their rooms—except for one rebellious cub, Song Xianyue.

He thought: I’ll be getting new teeth soon anyway. Why not try cracking a walnut with my teeth?

Although Song Yiran told them not to do it, children are naturally mischievous. The more adults say “don’t,” the more children want to do it.

Song Xianyue felt fearless. He thought: I’m in the tooth-losing stage anyway. Even if my teeth break, new ones will grow back~

So, under the cover of the dark night, he quietly snuck out of his room, tiptoed like a stealthy dog to the living room, and confidently walked toward his target—the nut tray on the coffee table.

Each step was light, but his posture was confident and composed. Even his head was held high, radiating self-assurance.

He reached the nut tray, calmly stretched out his paw, picked a walnut, and put it into his mouth. Then he bit down with a loud “crack!”

And disaster struck.

“Waaaaaaah! Ow ow ow! My tooth! Waaahhh!”

A shrill cry pierced the quiet night, traveling through the living room straight to the rooms where everyone was resting.

Ten minutes later, the living room lights came on, and everyone in pajamas gathered there.

Song Xianyue was writhing on the floor in pain. Scattered around his feet were broken pieces of teeth and a nearly intact walnut, now covered with saliva.

Seeing the scene, Song Yiran immediately understood what had happened. He quickly picked up Song Xianyue and checked his mouth.

A few of Song Xianyue’s teeth were broken, leaving only tiny stubborn roots in his mouth, with a little blood mixed in.

Song Xianyue’s eyes were tearful and puffy. He held his cheeks and mumbled indistinctly: “Waaah… bro… my tooth… waaah… tooth… gone… waaah… it hurts!”

At this point, he was too pained to speak clearly with his electronic voice. His whole cub form seemed wilted.

Song Yuexin translated tenderly: “He’s saying: ‘Waaah… brother… my teeth… waaah… gone… it hurts!’”

Hearing this, Song Xianyue nodded tearfully and looked at him gratefully, as if saying: Waaah… thank you, Xin Xin!

Song Yuexin understood the look in his eyes: “It’s okay, this is a small matter.”

Twenty minutes later, at the Beast-Form Children’s Hospital, 24-hour outpatient, dentistry department:

Song Yiran and Song Xianyue were examined in the treatment room. The doctor checked Song Xianyue’s mouth and said: “The child’s okay. A few teeth broke due to external force. We just need to remove the remaining tooth fragments in the gums.”

This minor procedure could be done manually, without a medical capsule or device.

The doctor used tools to remove the remaining fragments and sprayed the wound a few times. She advised: “All done! Just wait for the natural growth of new teeth. Also, watch his diet—don’t let him eat hard things. He’s in the tooth-losing stage, so his teeth are sensitive and fragile.

During this stage, hard food can break teeth. Let them fall out naturally.”

Song Yiran nodded repeatedly: “Okay, thank you, doctor! I’ll take care!”

Outside the dentistry corridor, Xiao Zhong’er and the cubs waited for the treatment to finish.

Curious, the cubs peeked through the door crack to listen.

Song Buli pressed his ear to the crack and relayed: “They’re saying the tooth-losing stage is important. Don’t bite hard things, or teeth can break.”

Song Chiyu patted his chest, still shaken: “Oh my gosh, that sounds scary! I won’t bite hard things when I lose my teeth.”

Twenty minutes later, they returned from the hospital. After caring for Song Xianyue a bit, the cubs went back to their rooms to rest.

Before leaving, Xiao Zhong’er patted Song Xianyue’s head: “Xianyue, take my advice next time. Don’t act on sudden ideas like that!”

Song Xianyue, recalling his ordeal and lost teeth, nodded tearfully.

After Xiao Zhong’er left, Song Yiran tucked Song Xianyue into bed and covered him: “Be a good cub. Rest well. From now on, listen to me and don’t try dangerous things secretly!”

Song Xianyue pouted sadly, holding back tears, and used his electronic voice: “Brother, will my teeth grow back? Waaaah… I lost so many today…”

Song Yiran gently stroked his head and comforted him: “They will grow back, sweet cub. Your new teeth will be stronger and healthier. I promise—they’ll come back!”

That night, Song Xianyue dreamed all his teeth had grown back.

The next morning, looking at the gaps in the mirror, he sighed: “Sigh… when will my little teeth grow back?”

No one could answer definitively. The tooth-growing process varies—fast teeth may come in 1–2 months; slow ones may take 4–5 months; some may take a year.

Seeing this, he felt insecure: What if my new teeth grow slowly? What if it takes a year?

No! He couldn’t live with gappy teeth for a whole year!

He regretted it and vowed never to bite hard things again.

After calming down, he left his room and was immediately drawn by a delicious aroma.

Following the scent, he reached the kitchen. On the table were bowls of milk sago and several round, cute… puddings?

Song Xianyue sniffed doubtfully—they didn’t smell like pudding. He had eaten pudding before; the smell didn’t match.

Song Yiran, busy in the kitchen, soon brought out another plate of the same food, placed it on the table, and noticed the puzzled cub:

“Ah, good morning, my sweet cub!” he greeted with a smile.

“Good morning, brother!” Song Xianyue lifted his head, wagging his tail happily. Then, with a puzzled expression, he asked, “Brother, what are these things on the table that look like pudding?”

“These are… made by your brother…” Song Yiran had intended to say they were puddings he had made, but he twisted his words mid-sentence. “These are milk-flavored white jelly made by your brother!”

The story actually began this morning. Song Yiran had originally planned to make milk pudding today, but…

Every attempt ended in failure. He had made yellow mush, burnt black lumps, black goo, greenish goo, and even something harder than a rock…

No matter what he did, he could never make a successful pudding!

Finally, he got frustrated. It was just a pudding—he refused to believe he couldn’t make one!

He tried again, producing purple mush, mush that looked normal but tasted sour, uncooked goo, and half-baked mush…

After repeated failures, he finally gave up. Perhaps he really wasn’t cut out for Western desserts beyond simple cookies.

So he pulled out some domestic white jelly powder.

He had to admit: this domestic white jelly powder was amazing! Just heat the milk, add the jelly powder, refrigerate it, and after some time, it sets perfectly into milk-flavored white jelly!

He used pudding molds for the jelly, so they ended up looking exactly like puddings.

Though he tried to convince himself they were puddings, jelly and pudding are ultimately different things. Jelly is jelly, pudding is pudding.

Song Yiran glanced at Song Xianyue, feeling a little guilty. But Song Xianyue didn’t notice anything amiss and immediately clapped, praising him: “Wow! That sounds amazing, brother, you’re awesome!”

Soon, everyone else came to the kitchen.

At first, Xiao Zhong’er saw the “pudding” on the table and was thrilled: “Wow! Song Yiran, are we having pudding for breakfast today?”

Song Yiran looked a little guilty and averted his eyes, forcing a nervous smile: “Haha, this isn’t pudding—it’s milk-flavored white jelly.”

Xiao Zhong’er didn’t understand why the jelly was made to look like pudding, but still happily said, “Oh, it’s white jelly! Doesn’t matter if it’s pudding or jelly, it all looks delicious!”

The little cubs were already mesmerized by the sweet, tempting aroma of the jelly, drooling and practically ready to leap forward to take a big bite.

This morning’s breakfast consisted of soft, bouncy milk-flavored white jelly and warm milk sago, filling the kitchen with a sweet, fragrant scent.