Tiger, I rejected the iron rice bowl.

They are less than six months old, but thanks to Wang Yuyu's excellent genes, their size is already comparable to that of an ordinary six-month-old tiger cub, and even a bit stronger.

With its fluffy body, round head, and bright little eyes, it is exceptionally adorable.

It was precisely because the cubs were exceptionally robust that the tiger mother decided to take them away from the warm den ahead of schedule and begin a true territorial patrol.

Generally, tigresses will not take their cubs on a real territorial patrol until they are six months old. Before that, they will only move around within a few hundred meters of the den to familiarize themselves with the surrounding environment.

Now, the tiger mother is leading her two cubs on long-distance patrols of several kilometers, traversing every corner of the entire territory, patiently teaching them to recognize prey tracks, mark territory boundaries, and deal with intruders, gradually imparting survival skills to them.

The tiger mother and her three cubs walked a distance up the rugged hillside. She gradually slowed down, noticing that the weather was getting warmer, and led them to a shady spot under a dense tree to rest.

The mother tiger slowly lay down on the soft fallen leaves, her belly rising and falling with her breath. Her face showed a hint of fatigue, but she remained alert to her surroundings, occasionally glancing up at her two cubs with eyes full of doting affection and protection.

But the two tiger cubs were still full of energy and showed no signs of fatigue.

They broke free from Tiger Mom's protection and ran to a flat, smooth boulder nearby, where they continued to playfully fight.

Golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, showering their fuzzy bodies with a soft golden glow, making the little creatures appear exceptionally soft and adorable.

Two tiger cubs lay side by side on a boulder, with one cub occupying half the space.

The little tiger heads were close together in the middle, their round little eyes looking at each other curiously, tilting their heads from time to time, looking adorably silly.

A moment later, the older sister stretched out her pink little hand and gently tugged at her younger brother's ear.

The younger brother immediately shook his head defiantly, then stretched out his little paw and retaliated by scratching his sister's cheek.

Sometimes, the two little tiger claws meet unexpectedly in mid-air, and the moment they touch, they quickly retract, as if playing a fun little game.

The tiny tiger paws gently spread open in the air, sunlight filtering through their fingers and casting dappled patterns of light on the stone, so adorable it melts your heart.

Add to that the whiskers that move with the round little tiger head, and the little tail that sometimes stands up and sways gently in the air, and if someone happens to see this scene, even if the tiger mom is watching from the side, they probably can't help but want to go over and hug these two little furballs and pet them hard.

The tiger mother lay in the shade of a tree, watching the two tiger cubs playfully fighting. Her tense expression gradually softened, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

After basking in the sun on the boulder for a while, the two tiger cubs, perhaps feeling the heat, simultaneously looked at their mother resting in the shade of a tree and nimbly jumped off the rock.

But the older sister seemed to be a bit more clever than her younger brother, deliberately slowing down her pace and falling half a step behind him.

Just as her younger brother landed on all fours and hadn't even regained his footing, the older sister leaped up and nimbly jumped onto his back, using her chubby little brother as a natural cushion. Her little paws firmly held her brother's body, and she landed lightly using the momentum.

Then, with small, graceful steps, it ran towards the tiger mother, its tail swaying proudly as if showing off its cleverness.

"what!"

The younger brother stumbled after being stepped on by his older sister. After regaining his balance, he watched her walk away and became furious. He let out a clear but aggrieved growl, quickly shook off the dust, and chased after her with bared teeth and claws.

The moment he caught up with his sister, he suddenly bit her tail and pulled her backward with all his might.

Not to be outdone, the older sister suddenly turned around, raised her pink little paw, and slapped her younger brother on the head.

The younger brother, in pain, immediately released his mouth, shook his head in grievance, and then raised his little paw to scratch his sister's cheek.

But the fighting experience of the past few months has taught the older sister that she is no match for her larger brother, so she quickly retreats while looking for an opportunity to counterattack!

The two little tigers hopped and twisted on the ground covered with fallen leaves, each swatting at the other with a claw. It seemed like a lively fight, but in reality, it was all bluff. They held back their strength and didn't even manage to hurt each other's fur. Instead, they looked rather adorable.

Playing and chasing each other like this, the two little ones unknowingly ran up to their mother. They still didn't stop, circling around her body and occasionally rubbing against her, their energy seemingly never tiring.

The tiger mom was lying on the soft fallen leaves, resting with her eyes closed, just wanting to take advantage of the quiet time with her little ones to relieve the fatigue of her long patrol.

Looking at the two little ones, still full of energy, playing around in front of her, she slowly opened her eyes. Her amber eyes were full of helplessness, and the corners of her mouth drooped slightly. She simply closed her eyes again, pretending not to see them, and gently turned over, turning her back to the two little ones, to continue resting, trying to escape the busyness of "taking care of the cubs".

But the siblings weren't about to let her off the hook. Seeing that their tiger mom was ignoring them, they got even more excited and started making a scene on her.

They climbed onto the tiger mother's body, stomping and rolling around on her soft belly, playing and frolicking enthusiastically.

Tiger Mom felt uncomfortable all over from being stepped on, and she could no longer pretend not to see it.

Helpless, she slowly stood up, and with a gentle shake, she flipped the two little ones off her to the ground.

Then it raised its broad paws and gently patted each of the two tiger cubs on the head, the force as gentle as a caress.

Then it slightly opened its mouth, bared its teeth at the two little ones, and let out a low growl, as if warning them to stop fighting and to rest properly.

The two tiger cubs were not afraid of their mother's threat at all. Instead, they seemed to have been ignited with enthusiasm and instantly united. They looked at each other, bared their teeth and claws, and pounced on their mother's claws.

The tiger, with one paw and one mouth, gently nibbled at its mother's paw, while its little paws scratched at her body, looking mischievous and adorable.

Tiger Mom sighed softly, gazing at the distant mountains and forests. Her amber eyes were filled with weariness and helplessness, her gaze seemingly a silent accusation: "How can they be so naughty! Someone help me take care of these two little devils!"

Despite her complaints, the tiger mother couldn't bring herself to be harsh with her cubs and could only patiently play with them.