I'll give the admiral a life

It was dawn, and when the sunlight slipped in from the window sill, Pudding chose to hide under the covers to resist the bright light and keep sleepiness.When it was bright, Pudding rubbed left and right, smacked his mouth, and waited for a long time before coming out of bed.

Pudding blinked his eyes, Xiaopang still held a piece of candy in his hand, a little dazed.

Klaus sent him back to the bedroom safely last night. Of course, the hamster cub who was sleeping soundly did not notice anything.

Today is Pudding's birthday, just as Pudding scooped up the quilt, he heard the housekeeper's grandfather knocking on the door.

"Master, are you up yet?"

"Get up!" Although he was not dressed yet, "Grandpa Rice is waiting for me!"

Pudding changed his clothes, and after pushing open the door, the butler held Pudding's hand and smiled, "Good morning, young master."

"Good morning."

Pudding obediently followed the old man to the inner banquet hall. There were not many people in the hall, but several of them were unfamiliar faces. Pudding felt a little scared, and hid himself behind the butler in fear.

"pudding."

Hearing someone calling him, he quickly turned his head to look, his eyes lit up immediately: "Mother and father!"

Stretching out his hand as if begging for a hug, the others were so cute. Before Booth could hug his youngest son, Ryan, who was standing beside Booth, immediately hugged the pudding in his arms, and even rubbed the pudding. His dumb hair curled up in fright.

On the stress response of a mouse to a big cat father.

But after getting along for a long time, the situation of being scared out of the animal shape has improved a lot. After Pudding realized who was holding him, he rubbed his face against his father's big face, which made Ryan elated.

It wasn't until Ryan was pinched by Booth that Ryan reluctantly put down the pudding, coughed in disguise, and pushed his youngest son in front of everyone: "Come on baby, this is Grandma Chrissy."

"Hi, Grandma Dean."

"Hey, this little guy is so good." The person in front of him seemed very young and beautiful, and his eyes seemed to be filled with wisdom, tolerance and kindness.

Even the shy little hamster can't help but feel close.

"And here." Booth took Pudding's hand and walked towards Klaus: "This is the son of your godmother, Brother Klaus. Brother Klaus sent you back to the bedroom yesterday."

Huh, is there any?

Pudding tilted his head in confusion, and he couldn't contain the memory of sleeping in the palm of Klaus at all in his mind.

Klaus watched the little thing move his head to the left and to the right, pleasing him with his puzzled look.He glanced down again, sharp-eyed and found that the little guy was still holding the candy from last night in his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Hello."

Pudding leaned closer to his mother and father, and said with some embarrassment, "Hello, brother."

I don't know why I was a little scared, but Pudding blinked.

"I still have pudding leftover candies from last night. Will pudding come back to get it later?"

"Okay, okay!"

Fear disappears in an instant—

This kid is really greedy, and everyone smiled.

"Let's ask Mrs. Chris to help Pudding test his talent first." Ryan looked at his watch and said with a smile: "If you wait any longer, the elder will have to rush over from the old house."

"makes sense."

Dean Chris nodded with a smile, squatted down and looked at Pudding at the same level. Seeing that Pudding was a little uneasy, she touched Pudding's head. After Pudding got better, Chris took out a small bracelet from her pocket and wanted to give it to him. Putting it on in Pudding's right hand, she smiled when she saw the candy in Pudding's hand.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Dean Chris took off the bracelet. She stood up and pressed a switch. A tiny chip popped out of the bracelet, and she took advantage of the opportunity to insert the chip into the optical brain.

As the data flow on the optical brain screen slides page by page, suddenly a little green flashes in Chrissy's eyes. She is using her analytical talent and optical brain big data calculations to maximize the identification of the talent hidden in Pudding's genetic code.

After a while, Chris stopped and comforted the nervous parents: "Don't worry, Pudding is a very healthy baby."

"Although the physical fitness is a little weaker, but the mental strength is quite good, and the talent is very good in taste perception, which is quite like you."

Booth heaved a sigh of relief. Compared with being talented, this little thing should be healthy. He said sincerely, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, hehe."

Because he didn't understand what the adults were talking about, Pudding looked at the elder brother who was the closest in age, and he could see the expression of solution.

Klaus felt his hands itchy, secretly pinched Pudding's face, and explained to him: "Grandma Chris praises you for being good."

Booth looked at Pudding amusedly: "Baby, father and mother want to talk to Granny Chrissy, can you entertain my brother instead of us?"

Pudding hammered his chest, raised his head seriously and said, "Okay!"

He immediately let go of his parents' hands, and pulled Klaus to say goodbye to them.Booth looked at Klaus apologetically, and Klaus nodded, indicating that he would take good care of the little thing.

After pulling Klaus out, Pudding waved his paw at the grandpa butler outside the station door, then turned his little head violently, staring Klaus in a daze.

"Brother Klaus, are we going to get candy?"

Usually, the family members strictly control Pudding’s diet, especially adopting the strategy of “three catches and one release” for Pudding’s favorite desserts—to ensure that the three meals are nutritious, and the afternoon tea desserts are moderately relaxed.

What he almost forgot is actually remembered by this group.

Klaus nodded his nose, "Shouldn't you entertain me first?"

Pudding looked back more sincerely: "Can I take the candy and treat my brother?"

"......"

Really, don’t you forget your food all the time? No wonder he’s so fleshy. Klaus rubbed him again, kneading the pudding so hard he couldn’t help but cover his face with his hands.

"Let's go, brother will take you to get what you want."

At first, Klaus was holding Pudding's hand and walking towards the guest room, but seeing that he was taking one step, and Pudding was about to take three steps, he gasped for breath, hugged him, and put the little guy in his arms. Pudding obediently remained motionless like a doll.

Just as Klaus pushed open the door, a black shadow rushed over, Klaus flashed sideways with pudding, and kicked the black shadow to the ground reflexively.

"I'm going, what are you doing?"

Tasi stood up while rubbing his waist, and was about to swear, but saw his younger brother looking at him curiously, and Tasi immediately swallowed the swear words.

He straightened up, hammered Klaus, and said in a low voice, "Why is the pudding with you?"