With a heavy heart, Parker brought the pearl oyster mushrooms out. Shortly after though, he came back into the house with a drenched short-winged bird.
"Qingqing, give me a hand. This bird refuses to eat it." Parker placed the bowl on the floor and grabbed the short-winged bird's neck, then pried open its beak by force.
Bai Qingqing quietly thought that was cruel, but still, she instantly walked over. She picked up a pearl oyster mushroom and blew upon it, then stuffed it into the short-winged bird's throat.
The short-winged bird cried pitifully for a long while.
The two of them took a long time before they managed to get the bird to eat a few slices of those mushrooms. Just then, Curtis, who was away handling the food, had finally returned.
