IBO – Chapter 5 Dinner Is Mung Bean Porridge

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After Song Buli chose a date, Song Yiran took a red marker and circled March 12 on the calendar.

He even drew a tiny cake next to it.

After putting the calendar and pen back on the desk, Song Yiran rubbed Song Buli’s little head and said seriously, “Lili, every day we’ll use the pen to cross out the corresponding date on the calendar.”

“When we cross out the day with that red circle, it’ll be Lili’s birthday.”

“When the time comes, big brother will make a cake for Lili to eat, take Lili out to have some fun, and make up for all the birthday presents Lili missed in the first four years.”

Song Buli was instantly filled with longing for his birthday. He had never celebrated a birthday before.

He immediately asked, “Brother Song, what day is it today? Is Lili’s birthday close?”

Song Yiran quickly asked Xiao Zhong’er what today’s date was.

Xiao Zhong’er replied, “Young man, today is March 9.”

Song Yiran picked up Song Buli and carried him to the desk, freeing one hand to point at March 9 on the calendar.

He said gently, “Lili, today is March 9.”

“Look, right where big brother is pointing—Lili’s birthday is very close.”

“There are only three days left until Lili’s birthday!”

Song Buli looked at the date so close to the red circle and happily rubbed his fluffy little head against Song Yiran’s chin.

Only three more days until his birthday—so happy!

Meanwhile, Song Yiran was completely immersed in the fluffiness and unable to pull himself out, extending his sinful hand toward Song Buli.

At this moment, Song Buli had not yet realized the seriousness of the situation.

Three minutes later, Song Buli, held in Song Yiran’s arms, fell into the three great existential questions of life:

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Just now, Song Yiran had suddenly laid his “poisonous hands” on his fur, rubbing him back and forth until all his fur was messed up.

Looking at Song Buli’s dazed little expression, Song Yiran felt deeply guilty.

Earlier, his brain had been completely smothered by fluffiness—he only wanted to touch the fluffy fur.

Song Yiran carefully smoothed Song Buli’s fur and apologized guiltily, “I’m sorry, Lili.

Big brother messed up your fur just now. I’ll smooth it back for you.

Big brother won’t do this again in the future.”

After coming back to his senses, Song Buli asked, “Does big brother really like Lili’s fur?”

Why did big brother like rubbing his fur so much?

When his fur was clearly so dirty.

Song Yiran simply admitted it openly, “Big brother really likes Lili’s fur.

Lili’s fur is very thick and very pretty—and it feels really nice to touch.”

Song Buli froze. This was the first time anyone had praised his fur.

His fur was clearly dirty and matted.

It was so dirty—why hug him anyway? It would have been fine not to hug him at all.

Why hug someone like him?

He clearly didn’t know how to do anything, so why did he get to meet such a good big brother?

Song Buli felt like crying again. He buried his head into Song Yiran’s chest, desperately holding back his tears.

In a muffled voice, Song Buli asked, “Big brother, why are you so good to me? I clearly don’t know how to do anything.”

As he gently smoothed Song Buli’s fur, Song Yiran said warmly, “Lili, from the day you came here, you became my little brother.

It’s only natural for a big brother to be good to his little brother.

And Lili, don’t think anymore that you’re useless or a failure just because you can’t do anything.

No one is born knowing how to do everything.

Besides, Lili is only four years old. Even if you’re about to turn five, at this age you’re not supposed to be able to do much anyway.”

And so, on a spring afternoon, little Song Buli finally understood that he now had a family member who would never abandon him.

Seeing that Song Buli was still burying his head in his arms, Song Yiran thought he was still upset about having his fur messed up.

Just as he was about to apologize again, he heard Song Buli say in a muffled voice from his chest, “Big brother, you can rub my fur whenever you want from now on.

Lili really likes it when big brother rubs Lili’s fur.”

Song Yiran felt his heart take a direct hit—what kind of creature was this little cutie? Way too adorable!

After finishing smoothing Song Buli’s fur, Song Yiran carried him to the kitchen to make dinner.

For dinner today, he planned to make mung bean porridge.

After placing Song Buli on the table, Song Yiran began cooking.

First, he washed the mung beans, then put them into the pot to boil. After that, it would take a long wait before the next step.

While waiting, Song Yiran didn’t stay idle.

He asked Xiao Zhong’er to prepare a few small saplings and some planting tools and place them in the storage room.

Then he picked up Song Buli and went to the storage room.

After moving the saplings and tools into the courtyard, Song Yiran felt fired up with motivation.

After removing the weeds, the courtyard looked too empty.

Song Yiran decided to plant a few trees there.

He let Song Buli play in the courtyard while he threw himself into the great hole-digging endeavor.

Half an hour later, he had already dug five holes.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Song Yiran headed back to the kitchen.

The mung beans were done boiling. He then added the washed rice—once the rice was cooked, it would be ready to eat.

After finishing that, Song Yiran returned to the courtyard and began planting the saplings into the holes.

He carefully placed each sapling into a hole, then filled the soil back in little by little, patting it down firmly once finished.

After that, he simply repeated the same steps.

During this entire process, Song Buli stayed by Song Yiran’s side.

By the time Song Yiran had planted all five saplings, the porridge was almost ready as well.

He picked up Song Buli and walked back to the kitchen.

Lifting the lid of the pot, he saw that the rice grains had cooked until they were fully bloomed, and the porridge had thickened nicely—it was ready to be served.

Song Yiran set Song Buli on the table, then washed his hands and ladled the porridge into bowls.

But the porridge still couldn’t be eaten just yet, because it was missing one final, soul-defining step.

Song Yiran took a jar of rock sugar out of the fridge and added a few chunks to both bowls.

For Song Yiran, what was the soul of mung bean porridge?

Of course—after serving it, you add a few pieces of rock sugar, stir it up, and then eat!

He also took out the small pink spoon he had used to feed Song Buli at noon.

Ever since feeding Song Buli earlier that day, Song Yiran had discovered the joy of feeding a fluffy little creature, so this time he planned to do it again.

The mung bean porridge was still a bit hot, so every time Song Yiran scooped up a spoonful, he blew on it for a while before feeding it to Song Buli.

After dinner and washing the dishes, Song Yiran took Song Buli out for a walk in the yard.

The evening breeze drifted gently past, and Song Yiran felt a long-lost sense of comfort.

When he had been drifting in the hospital room and learned that his car accident was caused by a drunk driver, he had felt resentment and hatred.

He resented why that man had chosen to drive drunk, and he hated that drunk driver.

He had even thought that once he recovered, he would go and curse that man to death.

But during the two months he existed as a wandering spirit, all those grudges slowly settled into silence.

At that time, he couldn’t touch anything—he couldn’t even leave that tiny hospital room.

Later, he heard that the drunk driver hadn’t survived the rescue. The man was gone.

Song Yiran didn’t know what to do anymore. If he could leave that hospital room, he would definitely find that man’s soul and scold him to death.

But he couldn’t even get out of the room.

What use was resentment anyway? He had already become a ghost, and the driver was dead too.

After coming to this world, he was muddle-headed at first.

But gradually, he began to relax.

After all, he was dead, and the drunk driver was dead too—there was no reason for him to keep being bound by the past.

He hadn’t done anything wrong, and he didn’t need to keep drowning in what had already happened.

It was time to let go.

Though, if he met that drunk driver again in his next life, he would definitely smash that guy’s dog head in.

Having figured things out, Song Yiran felt exceptionally lighthearted and thought that the evening glow was especially beautiful today.

He simply sat down on the ground to admire the sunset.

Seeing him sit down, Song Buli also sat on the ground to watch the sunset with him.

So there they were—one person and one cub—sitting together, watching the evening glow.

Actually, Xiao Zhong’er was there too. It was just that Song Yiran was busy watching the sunset, and Song Buli couldn’t see him.

When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, Song Yiran patted his butt, picked up Song Buli, turned around, and went back into the room.

Song Yiran planned to give Song Buli a bath today.

He carried a small stool into the bathroom and placed Song Buli on it.

After adjusting the water temperature, he first wet Song Buli’s fur, then evenly applied the body wash over him.

Next, Song Yiran began rubbing up bubbles on Song Buli.

He had no idea how interstellar body wash was made—it could actually produce so much foam.

Song Buli, however, was even more shocked than Song Yiran.

This was the first time he had ever seen bubbles rubbed up from body wash.

His little head couldn’t understand how such a small amount of stuff could turn into so many bubbles.

Afraid that Song Buli might eat the foam, Song Yiran quickly said, “Lili, these bubbles aren’t edible. You absolutely mustn’t swallow them, okay?”

Song Buli nodded seriously. That was close—he had almost wanted to lick some just now.

Luckily, big brother reminded him in time.

Big brother was amazing!

Next, Song Yiran told Song Buli to close his eyes—he was going to rinse the bubbles off.

Song Buli obediently closed his eyes and let his big brother wash the foam away.

After finishing Song Buli’s bath, Song Yiran took out a large bath towel, wrapped Song Buli up completely, and placed him on the bed.

After roughly drying him with the towel, Song Yiran took out a pink hair dryer.

He set it to the lowest setting and began blow-drying Song Buli’s fur.

As he dried, he gently used his hand to smooth and comb through the fur.

Once it was dry, Song Yiran was rewarded with a fluffy Song Buli.

Fluffy things were the cutest—and freshly blow-dried fluffy things were even cuter!

Song Yiran couldn’t put him down, happily patting Song Buli’s fur. At this moment, Song Yiran felt incredibly happy.

After patting Song Buli enough, Song Yiran reluctantly went to take his own shower.

After showering, it was time for bed.

Song Yiran turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and prepared to sleep.

But he felt Song Buli still wriggling around, so he asked, “Lili, can’t you fall asleep?”

Song Buli replied softly, “Big brother, Lili can’t really fall asleep.”

Song Yiran stroked Song Buli’s fluffy little head and said gently, “Then big brother will tell you a bedtime story.”

Song Buli had never heard a bedtime story before, so he nodded eagerly.

Song Yiran patted Song Buli’s head and began speaking softly: “Once upon a very, very long time ago, there was a young man…”

And just like that, after listening to the very first bedtime story of his life, little Song Buli drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

When Song Yiran noticed that Song Buli had fallen asleep, he whispered, “Good night, little Lili. I hope your dreams are filled with candy and flowers.”