"Sure," Huo Ziheng raised his hand to rub his stomach, his heroic brows slightly furrowed, a hint of complaint in his voice, "Ever since we came to this godforsaken place, Miaomiao and I haven't tasted meat again. Since you hunt every day, fine, you didn't share yesterday's roasted rabbit with us, but today, with that chicken and rabbit in your hands, you can't possibly plan to hog it all to yourself, can you?"
Huo Ziheng said this, glancing out of the corner of his eye toward Jiang Ning's face.
The moment he saw the prey in Jiang Ning's hands, even if Huo Miao hadn't called him, Huo Ziheng had already planned to approach and chat with Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning grew up in the countryside, far more adept at survival in the wild than them. Huo Ziheng wasn't stupid; he had realized that they would struggle to fill their bellies on their own. Rather than that, he thought it better to lower his head proactively and give Jiang Ning a way out.
