Capítulo 12: Chapter 12: You've Already Interviewed 272 Nannies!
Lin Luo was currently suffering from a serious lack of growth value, so he needed to replenish it quickly and in large quantities.
He had no interest in slowly growing to the age of six. By then, it'd be too late.
Before the system upgraded, this breastfeeding period was the final phase where he could earn growth points.
In the world of Douluo Dalu, human breastfeeding lasted a very short time, roughly half a year. After six months, most children could talk and start walking.
The only way to earn growth points during this breastfeeding period was by consuming Qian Renxue's milk.
Other food or milk from other people? Completely useless. It might fill the stomach, but it wouldn't help him grow.
And these guys? They were finding a nanny so quickly! Lin Luo had just been born; he hadn't even caught his breath yet.
Annoying! He had spent so long gathering those growth points, and now they were gone.
Time was ticking, and these fools should've obediently brought Qian Renxue's chest right to his mouth.
Now *that* would've been the correct solution.
Foolish mortals...
As Lin Luo listened to their enthusiastic chatter about finding a nanny, he felt utterly exhausted.
Inside the guest room, a nanny had already been waiting for some time.
She immediately knelt upon seeing them, her appearance quite decent, but what really drew attention was... her rather overwhelming chest size. It made Guang Ling and the others gasp.
Even Ling Yuan was stunned, somewhat self-consciously tugging at her own clothes.
"Greetings, Lords. Is this the child?" The nanny smiled as she looked up.
"Yes, take good care of him."
"Don't worry! I'm an expert with children. None of them ever cry in my care."
The nanny puffed up her chest with confidence as she spoke.
But just as she took Lin Luo into her arms, the previously calm baby immediately burst into loud, wailing cries.
"Waaaah waaaah waaaah—"
The nanny was dumbfounded.
Though pretending to be a crying infant was quite embarrassing for the great God-King Lin Luo, there was no choice. He had to make these mortals understand that he had very specific tastes.
"Oh dear! What's wrong, sweetheart?"
The nanny looked at his little face in confusion, her heart filled with affection, but no matter how she tried to soothe him, it didn't work.
With a stern look, She Long took Lin Luo back into his arms, scolding, "Didn't you say you were great with children? He wasn't crying before!"
The nanny, flustered, replied, "I-I don't know what's wrong!"
But right then, Guang Ling and the others noticed something: Lin Luo had suddenly stopped crying.
It was abrupt—his tears dried up instantly.
She Long, sensing something, slowly handed Lin Luo back to the nanny. As soon as she touched him, Lin Luo immediately resumed, "Waaaah—"
Alright, mystery solved.
She Long pointed emotionlessly towards the door. "This is your so-called 'natural gift with babies'? Get out."
"...Fine, I'll go!"
Her pride bruised, the nanny stormed off in tears.
Guang Ling, with a determined expression, commanded, "She Long, go find every nanny in Wuhun City. I will personally interview them all for this baby!"
"Yes, Sir!"
By midday, the guards at Wuhun Hall were left slack-jawed, watching one well-endowed woman after another entering the hall.
It looked like an imperial concubine selection process. The nannies were honored and whispered excitedly among themselves, curious about what the child might look like, while a crowd of onlookers gathered outside to watch the spectacle.
On that day when both Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong were unconscious... all of Wuhun City was left in shock.
Whose child could possibly command such a grand display?
Holding open auditions for nannies throughout the entire city?
The selection process was simple.
Porcupine and Ling Yuan stood at the entrance, one asking the nannies for their credentials and the other assessing their looks. Anyone who didn't meet the standards? Instant rejection.
Meanwhile, Guang Ling and She Long sat in the grand hall. For each nanny brought in, they would hand her the baby to hold.
If the child cried, She Long would immediately tell her to leave.
By the end of the day, the whole process had become comically brief.
Guang Ling: "Hold him."
Lin Luo: "Waaaah—"
She Long: "Leave."
It had become a cycle of three words between the three of them, with each sentence containing just one word.
By this point, Lin Luo's crying had become more of a formality—one half-hearted "waaah" and that was it.
As the day drew to a close, there were only a few nannies left.
Guang Ling grew more anxious by the minute. The child hadn't eaten in almost two days now.
"Grumble, grumble—"
Lin Luo, with a deadpan expression, listened to the growling of his stomach. He was genuinely hungry.
He cursed his inability to speak.
Meanwhile...
"Baby!"
Qian Renxue suddenly woke up, sitting bolt upright in bed.
She was breathing heavily, staring blankly ahead, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.
In her dream, her child had grown into a sunny, smiling boy.
But the boy suddenly turned to her and said, "You're not my mother. You're just a vessel that gave birth to me."
Just that one sentence had made Qian Renxue cry out, jolting her awake.
"Baby..."
She whispered softly, her gaze moving to the empty space beside her in bed. It startled her.
At that moment, Jones entered the room, quickly reassuring her, "You're awake, my lady. Don't worry, the child is with the Fifth Elder."
Jones smiled. "They're having quite a time with him! Your little one has been auditioning nannies all day but hasn't liked a single one."
"Really…?"
Qian Renxue sighed in relief, pushing her golden hair behind her ear, revealing her fair, delicate face.
It was just a dream.
A smile formed on her lips as she hurriedly got out of bed, eager to put on her shoes.
"I'm going to see him."
"Take it easy, my lady!"
Jones shook her head, smiling as she watched Qian Renxue rush off. "Still a child herself, and already a mother... It reminds me of myself back then."
Jones sighed. Her own child had died decades ago.
It was during that time that she truly understood the weight of a mother's love.
Age and status didn't matter—it was something pure and profound.
"May the heavens bless them both with health and happiness," Jones silently prayed.
...
Qian Renxue joyfully ran through the corridors, eager to see Lin Luo.
"Little rascal, when I see you, you'd better be smiling! I'm coming to you with a smile, so you'd better return the favor, or else!" she thought, half-jokingly. [TL: someone is gonna get spanked]
As she gracefully glided across the wide, white marble courtyard, her long skirt flowing behind her, her heart was brimming with love and anticipation.
On gloomy days, her little rascal was like a gift sent from the heavens!
When she reached the hall, her steps slowed. She noticed several nannies leaving with tearful faces.
"I didn't do anything! How was I supposed to know why he cried?" one nanny grumbled, feeling wronged.
Qian Renxue tilted her head, thinking, Who made my baby cry?!
Her expression grew serious as she stepped inside, immediately seeing She Long and Porcupine kneeling before Ling Yuan, who was holding the child.
She Long, practically in tears, wailed, "Little ancestor! You've already interviewed 272 nannies! What more do you want?!"
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