"Little thing, you wouldn't happen to fancy those two golden loaches of mine, would you?"
Lu Qing saw the little black beast staring continuously in the direction of the kitchen, and couldn't help but facepalm.
He guessed it must be the case.
After all, those two golden loaches were placed in the kitchen.
He remembered how the little black beast had kept circling him, sniffing; it must have caught the scent of the golden loaches on him.
In the evening, he had just transferred the two golden loaches to the water tank, pressing them down with a wooden board to prevent them from jumping out and slipping away at night.
Once the fishy smell clings, it's very hard to get rid of in a short time.
He hadn't expected this little creature to have such a sensitive nose—among so many fishy smells mixed together, it could still distinguish the scent of the golden loaches.
The little black beast didn't answer, just quietly watching Lu Qing.
