Su Qinglan stared at the giant bowl of meat like it was some kind of nightmare.
Her chopsticks...I mean, her hands hung in the air. She didn't even want to touch it.
Her round eyes blinked. Her lips pressed together. She looked completely lost.
How… how was she supposed to eat this bloody mess?
Hu Yan watched her quietly.
He knew. He had seen it in her eyes before; she liked delicious food and cooked food.
But him?
He didn't know how to make it. He didn't even know where to begin.
And that made his chest feel heavy. For the first time, he hated his uselessness.
Even Rong Ye, the sly fox, looked reluctantly at the raw meat, his mood soured at the thought of eating this. His violet eyes narrowed as he stared at the meat.
After eating the dishes Su Qinglan had made, he couldn't go back. His proud, picky tongue refused to swallow this raw meat in his human form.
He leaned lazily on his elbow, tails swaying, but his lips curved in distaste.
