When Bai Qingqing returned to the tree, she saw a few small peacocks surrounding and poking at the pine cones with their beaks. When they heard her footsteps, they all flapped their wings and flew off, landing not far away and turning back to look at her.
Bai Qingqing smiled at them, squatted down, and knocked out the pine nuts from a pine cone, scattering them out toward them.
"Coo coo coo—"
The children flew over happily, resting on the floor and picking up the food with their beaks like chicks pecking at rice grains. They didn't spit out the shells either. She wondered if they'd be able to digest the tough pine nuts' shells.
Bai Qingqing sat under the tree to wait for Muir. Peacocks would often fly by, and their gazes would always land on her for a while.
She had only cleaned herself up. Was there a need for the rate at which others turned their heads to look at her to increase so much? Bai Qingqing couldn't help but think.
