Being a father wasn't what Jiaoqiu had expected, but as it happened, he wouldn't give up his destiny as a parent, much less you. First, because your mother had decided to leave you in his care, and second, because you reminded him of himself: as soon as he looked at your sweet face with childish features, he melted, as if he had eaten something painfully sharp, bringing previously unattainable pleasure. Although, of course, raising a little foxian like you was extremely difficult even for him.

Jiaoqiu knew how playful and cunning little foxians could be, but you seemed like an exception where those traits were multiplied by two: you were always running, jumping, bruising your knees and scratching your palms, tearing and staining the clothes Jiaoqiu carefully washed and sewed (even though it was easier to throw them away). You pulled his hair or started chewing on it as soon as you found yourself in your father's arms, or his ears, or his tail... The list was endless, but Jiaoqiu loved you sincerely, even if you often gave him one headache. Sometimes he felt that if it wasn't for Mose watching you from the shadows, and General Feixiao, he would have gone completely insane.

Although the days when you behaved more or less calmly were rare, they still came. On those days, Jiaoqiu would even give you little errands or take you to the kitchen, teaching you how to cook and showing you interesting recipes. It was important to him that firstly, you were healthy and full of healthy and delicious food, and secondly, you learned what he had spent his whole life learning.

"And-and-and... you can taste it," blowing on the soup in the wooden spoon, Jiaoqiu tried to cool down the lunch you had prepared together so you wouldn't burn your tongue before putting the spoon in your mouth. A satisfied smile spread across his face at the sight of your cheeks reddening from the spiciness and your ears perking up. "It's delicious, isn't it?"