CHAPTER 106: CHAPTER 38: FURBALL

The Rob was quite pleased with the Iron-eating Beast’s attitude, considering his own lady is also very nice.

The Iron-eating Beast hugged the box, receiving the first gift of his beast life, his entire body was almost bouncing up with joy, yet he maintained an air of dignity as he walked slowly step by step.

However, the Rob followed behind him, observing the two black ears and fluffy short white tail swaying with excitement, inadvertently reminded of a casual remark made by his lady.

——At that time, Du Xixi was sitting on the sofa, the virtual screen projected by the Light Computer displayed a photo of a small Iron-eating Beast smiling foolishly, full of tenderness saying, "What an adorable baby..."

The Rob blinked his lifelike eyes, embedded with countless micro-cameras and sensors, feeling that Du Xixi’s words were truly on point.

The small Iron-eating Beast is indeed an adorable baby, and the big Iron-eating Beast swaying its ears and tail as it walks, is also an adorable baby——even though this baby’s age might be several times that of Du Xixi.

The Iron-eating Beast Empire’s situation during the Star Era is tough, Iron-eating Beasts usually can’t let loose and enjoy a meal of inferior metal, the Iron-eating Beast naturally doesn’t have his own majestic palace, instead, he lives with his people.

The Rob had visited once, so looking at the mountains full of various-sized holes did not shock him, he even adeptly picked up a few curious black and white little bundles, following the Iron-eating Beast to his cave.

There were already several small Iron-eating Beasts lying on the Iron-eating Beast’s feet; their parents had gone to the Garbage Star to search for scrap metal—the Garbage Star is the place where All-Star’s waste is dumped, possibly containing large batches of discarded Nutrition Supplements or scrap metal.

The mineral resources within the Iron-eating Beast Empire have become extremely scarce, their only two food sources being the scrap metal on Garbage Star and discarded Nutrition Supplements.

The Iron-eating Beast casually brushed aside the small fluffy bundles climbing up his legs, and tossed a few big fluffy balls a short distance away, the small bundles eagerly chased after the big fluffy balls.

The small fluffy bundles in the Rob’s embrace also started squeaking and cooing to play chase with the big fluffy balls, so the Rob set them down, watching the little bundles tumbling after each other.

Only then did the Iron-eating Beast open the box; his keen sense of smell had long detected the enticing aroma from the box, and upon opening, the scent intensified. The Rob noticed that the white fur around his mouth seemed to glisten.

The Rob:...Wow!

Iron-eating Beast:...It’s not allowed (sound of swallowing) ...Can’t a fellow drool just a bit!

The Iron-eating Beast stared in shock at the three boxes filled with food he’d never seen before, asking the Rob, "Is this the gift sent by Madam?"

Having lived for several hundred years now, it’s the first time he’s seen food other than metal that could make him drool... Even the famed rice from the Blue Star Empire didn’t have this effect!

The Rob nodded, smiling, "Yes, Miss made it for you herself."

The Iron-eating Beast seemed to choke up a little, muttering a shaky "um," then somewhat clumsily picked up the chopsticks from the box and grabbed a bamboo shoot segment, tremblingly placing it in his mouth.

His hand shook, not from fear, but from excitement. For them, Iron-eating Beasts cherish food made by Du Xixi, the Iron-eating Beast could hardly suppress his excitement, eager to roar at the depths of the cave.

The sweet and crisp texture in his mouth, different from the hardness of metal, offered a wonderfully novel experience; before the oily braised bamboo shoot was even swallowed, another chopstick of cold bamboo shoot strips was stuffed into his mouth.

Sweet and oily braised bamboo shoots, fragrant and numbing cold bamboo shoot strips, and crispy stir-fried bamboo shoot with meat slices, these three distinctly different flavors made the Iron-eating Beast eat them all down, within three minutes.

The Rob smiled slightly, silently listing a chart for the Iron-eating Beast in his heart, the first slot being "adorable," closely followed by "healthy appetite."

The Rob had no doubt; the Iron-eating Beast’s metal-eating aversion might just be one reason, eating metal too much and too quickly is also likely a key factor.