Shu Yu really wasn't lying when she said her Grandmother knew she couldn't bring her lunch at noon and thought that going up the mountain would be even more tiring and strenuous, so she prepared a lot of food.
Although Shu Yu had a good appetite, it wasn't so big that she could eat three rice balls and an egg.
The old lady had really overestimated her; she didn't look like a competitive eater at all.
Shu Yu really couldn't eat any more, and she wasn't at the point where she would starve herself to give food to others.
Fang Xiyue wasn't a bad person. She had made a good contribution in the morning's hunt, and how could a single bun be enough to satisfy her hunger?
Shu Yu pushed the rice ball forward a bit and said, "Here, take it. If you eat enough, you'll have the energy to help me find more prey this afternoon. If we can hunt a lot, maybe we can even bring home a wild chicken to improve our meals. Isn't this a win-win situation?"
