Half an hour passed.
The Spirit Storage Rat nibbled away, consuming all three pounds of python meat.
When the roasted meat was gone, it stopped again, its beady eyes fixed on Shen Mo, seemingly still not full.
This creature... I wonder how its stomach is structured. It's just like a Taotie. No wonder it's so chubby.
Seeing the Spirit Storage Rat's hopeful gaze, Shen Mo's eye twitched.
He had given his own portion to the Spirit Storage Rat as well, yet it still seemed unsatisfied, which was quite incredible.
It's most likely due to the mysterious bloodline of an ancient species.
With this thought, Shen Mo didn't dwell on it further. He kept a straight face and said seriously, "There's no more roasted meat for today. If you still want more, you can come find me here tomorrow evening."
"I'll roast more meat then."
"SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!"
Hearing Shen Mo's words, the Spirit Storage Rat squeaked in delight.
