A few little guys blinked their watery eyes at Qinghe, the message clear without words. One of them even humorously lifted its two front paws, patted its belly, and then rubbed against Qinghe's leg, starting to act coquettishly.
Qinghe couldn't help but burst out laughing, they were all becoming so clever.
Turning her head, she checked the rabbits on the nearby shelf and saw that the deer were almost ready, too. She was about to grab one to appease the little guys staring up at her when, suddenly, she sniffed the air with her little nose, frowned, and turned to look toward the source of the smell.
Looking at the three people who were making a ruckus, Qinghe felt helpless. How could such grown people get so excited over such ordinary things, even those who had grown tired of feasting on meat and fish?
"If you keep this up, you'll just have to go hungry," Qinghe kindly reminded them, with a playful look in her eyes at the fish that had turned black.
