Little Chubby regretted hitting so hard, but as the eldest brother, he was supposed to discipline his younger brothers—this was what Grandfather had taught!

　　“Second brother, you—you were playing with fire in the residence. If Mother Consort finds out, you’ll be punished by the family rules!”

　　Naughty Kid pouted and argued, “Mother Consort would never hit me!”

　　Although he said that, he didn’t sound very confident.

　　Seeing his younger brother lower his head, Little Chubby turned to scold the guards: “Don’t you know to keep things in order? Lives are at stake! Who’s locked up in there?”

　　One of the guards quickly replied, “It’s someone the Prince just caught. I heard he deceived the Prince, but for the details, you’ll have to ask Mr. Baker.”

　　Little Chubby said unhappily, “You don’t even know what crime he committed, yet you let my brother mess around. What if you hurt an innocent person by mistake?” Little Chubby was both angry and anxious, stomping his foot. As the eldest, he felt he had to clean up after his brother, so he went over to the window and peered inside.

　　At a glance, he saw Brian Clark, noticed the shiny bald head, and couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Are you a little monk?”

　　Brian Clark replied irritably, “No, I ran into a wildfire a few days ago.”

　　“A wildfire?” Little Chubby’s mouth dropped open in shock. “That must have been terrifying, right?”

　　“My whole family was burned to death. I’m lucky—I just lost my hair.” Brian Clark said gloomily.

　　“Oh, that’s really sad!” Little Chubby’s sympathy kicked in, and he forgot that Brian Clark was his father’s prisoner. He turned and ordered, “Go, bring some buns.”

　　The eldest young master had spoken—how could the guards disobey? In no time, they brought over a big plate piled with more than a dozen buns.

　　Little Chubby carried the plate himself and brought it to the window. Standing on tiptoe, he said to Brian Clark inside, “Eat something first. Later, I’ll—I’ll talk to Father and ask him to spare you.”

　　That Naughty Kid didn’t like what he heard. He snorted, “Father won’t listen to you, you big meatball!”

　　After saying that, Naughty Kid, afraid of getting hit, turned and ran away. He couldn’t win a fight, but running was no problem. Little Chubby’s face turned bright red, and he suddenly grabbed a bun and took a big, fierce bite!

　　Turning grief and anger into appetite, Little Chubby wolfed down the bun in a few bites. His Little Chubby Face was like a big apple, trembling as he ate, chubby and jiggly, making Brian Clark want to give it a squeeze.

　　But thinking about Little Chubby’s possible identity, Brian Clark held back the urge and focused on eating the buns!

　　He grabbed a fist-sized bun and swallowed it in a few bites. Juicy and flavorful, with not too many seasonings, relying on the natural taste of the meat—after finishing, the aftertaste lingered!

　　Truly delicious!

　　Brian Clark used both hands, and before long, he had stuffed the whole plate of buns into his belly, then let out a satisfied burp!

　　Little Chubby was dumbfounded. He could eat a lot, but how could this guy eat even more than him?

　　He looked down at his own bulging Little Belly, then at Brian Clark’s tall and slender body, and became even more puzzled.

　　“So... you eat so much, how come you’re not fat?”

　　Brian Clark glanced at Little Chubby, a smile on his lips, and asked in return, “Don’t you like being chubby?”

　　Little Chubby pouted and hesitated, “If I tell you, will it help me lose weight?”

　　“Of course... not!” Brian Clark laughed. “I can only tell you how to get slim. If you really want to lose weight, it’s up to you!”

　　Little Chubby was still a child, not very guarded. After thinking for a while, he started talking to himself: “I—I came back from the south. Imperial Grandfather said chubby kids are lucky, so he always gave me good food. Before the New Year, I came to Beiping, and Father said a man should be strong and upright, and being too fat makes you stupid. Do you—do you think I’m stupid?”

　　Brian Clark smiled, “Of course not. You met me by chance and gave me buns. That shows you’re a kind and good kid!”

　　Little Chubby waved his hands and feet, beaming, “That’s right! Grandfather says the same thing! He makes me go to the military camp before dawn. I saw everyone was still asleep, so I went back and told Grandfather we should wait until after breakfast. Grandfather even praised me for being considerate!”

　　Little Chubby looked up seriously and said, “Imperial Grandfather wants to see me chubby, but Father isn’t happy about it. I want to slim down while I’m in Beiping, and when I go to Yingtian, I’ll eat until I’m chubby again. That way, both Father and Grandfather will be happy!”

　　What a perfect plan—Little Chubby grinned foolishly, like a chubby little angel!

　　Truly, you can see a person’s future from childhood.

　　Brian Clark didn’t keep him guessing and said directly, “If you want to lose weight, it’s just six words: eat less, move more.”

　　“That simple?” Little Chubby clenched his chubby fists, still doubtful. “Can I really do it?”

Chapter 8: Friends

　　With all this talk of Father and Imperial Grandfather, Little Chubby’s identity was obvious—he was Theodore Roosevelt’s eldest son, Frederick Baker, the future Emperor Renzong of Ming, and that Naughty Kid was his second brother, Benjamin Baker.

　　When Theodore Roosevelt was sent to his fief, Frederick Baker was only two years old. To avoid the hardship of travel, he stayed in the capital, always cared for by George Washington.

　　Old Zhu couldn’t help but dote on his grandson. He could be strict with anyone, but when it came to his grandson, all he had left was affection. With his parents not around, he was even more protective.

　　Unsurprisingly, the Little Guy was raised by his grandfather into a Chubby.

　　It wasn’t until a few months ago that Frederick Baker came to Beiping to see his parents. The Wright Family didn’t say much—after all, he was her own flesh and blood, no matter what.