By the time Qin Lin returned to the kitchen, an intoxicating aroma was already wafting out. The aroma of wine and meat made him drool.
Qin Lin, look at snowy. She's staring at the pot. She wants to eat too. Zhao Mo looked at the white fox in his arms in surprise.
Qin Lin looked over. His eyes were fixed on her.
The little guy had been eyeing this pheasant since he was in the mountains.
After a while, Qin Lin opened the lid of the pot, and the fragrance that drifted out became stronger.
He picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of pheasant meat from the pot to try it. Just then, the squeaking of a white fox sounded.
Xiaoxue stared at the meat in his hand and squeaked. There was a kind of cuteness in her eyes, as if she was acting coquettishly and asking for meat.
"I'll feed it a piece of meat." Seeing this, Zhao mochen also picked up a pair of chopsticks and put meat into the pot.
