"Yeah, only heroes are worthy of heroes."
As Gem Atkinson barbecued, he frequently glanced over at Forsythia Brown and Audrey, seeing mother and daughter chatting happily, his face softened, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up. Feeling someone shaking his leg, he looked down to see the little creature.
The area near the grill was dangerous, how did the little guy crawl over?
Gem Atkinson quickly set down the skewer in his hand, wiped his hands with his apron, and then lifted the little creature, asking, "Baby, what's wrong?"
The little creature's plump hand pointed at the barbecued giant prawns and said, "Eat... eat... meat... meat..."
Gem Atkinson said, "You're too young, you can't eat this, you can only have milk."
