It was hard to believe that their small bellies could hold the twenty pounds of braised meat and one hundred baked rolls, which were larger than their own heads.
"We've been starving for days, and now we finally have meat to eat."
Hearing the words "braised meat," Hunao's eyes lit up as he swallowed the saliva that gushed out of his mouth.
"You were supposed to go to the kitchen with me to grab a chicken, but you didn't. No one is going to pity your hunger."
Baoya licked his small paw with no shame but pride, "By following the cultivation-crazy Mu Fan, if we don't learn to find food on our own, we'll starve to death sooner or later."
"I didn't expect him to cultivate for six whole days."
Hunao touched his emaciated belly, feeling wronged, "If it weren't for Master's strict order to guard him without leaving, I would have sneaked out to catch prey for myself."
"Be smarter in the future and learn more from me."
