For a moment, saliva flowed 'whoosh' from the mouths of the Tribe members.
Before taking the Stir-fried dish off the heat, a bit of salt was sprinkled for seasoning, and with a big spoon propped against the wok, it was flipped forcefully a few times, the aroma seemed to change, yet seemed the same.
"Okay, honey, come and taste it, how's the flavor?"
Ye Qiao, propping the spoon, had pupils that shone bright in the light of the fire.
Wen Jue's ears quickly blushed with a hint of red; this little female, really, was so shameless.
But in the past, he hadn't really been intimate with her, so it was inevitable she had been thinking about it.
However, now that she was carrying a cub, he wasn't sure if she could withstand him, no, he decided to go ask the Doctor later.
Wen Jue's eyebrows furrowed deeply, looking very worried.
Ye Qiao was baffled, feeling he was ill.
Seeing that he hadn't responded, she turned the spoon around and looked at Da Fu, "Da Fuzi, want to try it?"
