The little fox originally had no confidence in di Cang's cooking but not long after, the fragrance of roasted meat came from the side, which hooked up the gluttony in his stomach.
He looked at the wild chicken on the roasting pile and his saliva could not help but flow down. He quickly wiped it away with his small claws and deliberately turned his head to the side, but he could not help but glance at di Cang from the corner of his eye.
After about an hour, di Cang threw the roasted pheasant to the little fox.
The little fox immediately used its two claws to hug the wild chicken and took a big bite. Its mouth was full of fragrance.
It thought for a moment, then tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken and threw it to di Cang.
