Jojo and Sisi were staring at the cooking pot as the beef broth simmered slowly. Sisi fed him a chunk of raw meat, and Jojo ate it reluctantly.
Sisi noticed and asked, "What's wrong? It's meat, you know. You should like it."
"It's not fresh enough," Jojo said honestly. He still had complaints, but he ate anyway.
"Then do you want to eat cooked meat like me?" Sisi asked.
"No, I like meat when it still has blood!" Jojo replied enthusiastically. He remembered his last meal with his father before they were ambushed by a pack of tiger beastmen. It was a freshly hunted deer. Jojo still remembered the taste, and couldn't help to salivate as he imagined eating another fresh hunt. "Mm! My Daddy and I like to eat our prey right after we catch it! I love sucking the blood from my prey too! Oh, oh, Savior! When I catch something later, I'll rip the neck and let you have the first taste!"
