"Wait a minute, it's not baked yet, and even if it's done, it needs to be cooled a little before you can eat it." Shen Jinchu sat on the ground, brushing honey on the rabbit while flipping the branches, so that every side of the rabbit meat could be grilled by the flames as much as possible.

She was now glad that she had the all-purpose spice set out of her hand—not only honey and butter, but also all sorts of sauces and seasonings, both delicious and functional, even if she was stuck here for half a month, as long as she could get meat, she could fill her stomach.

The wood found by the little beast was very good to burn, and after about ten minutes, the rabbit was completely cooked, because it was coated with honey and the oil naturally exuded by the animal, which looked particularly attractive.

The little beast was so hungry that its stomach gurgled, and when it smelled the fragrance, its eyes glowed green, and its little paws kept moving forward, frantically testing on the edge of stealing food.

"Cats can't eat very hot food, and although you can eat potato chips, I think you should wait for the roast rabbit to cool down before eating." Shen Jinchu explained vaguely while tearing off a piece of meat and stuffing it into his mouth.

Where does the little beast care about this? It has iron teeth, copper teeth, steel muscles and bones, and a small piece of hot meat can still be eaten?

It waved its little paw and motioned for Shen Jinchu to tear off a piece of it.

Shen Jinchu had no choice but to find the most epidermal piece, and helped it blow it, and then handed it to the little beast's mouth.

The little beast, which had never enjoyed such imperial treatment, suddenly felt a little novel, and since it didn't have to do it by itself, it was happy to be idle, lazily opening its mouth and waiting to be fed.

Shen Jinchu saw that it didn't matter if it ate a piece of warm food, and he was a little bolder, and he thought it was okay to eat it, so he dared to give it to the little beast.

After a while, a rabbit was eaten clean by the two, Shen Jinchu had been tossed for most of the day, he felt a little tired, and the amount of food was also a little good, the little beast was eating and eating, and he felt a little unable to rob her, so he couldn't help but scream anxiously twice.

"Isn't there another one?" Shen Jinchu subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed its little brain, "Don't worry." ”

The little beast was suddenly rua, and was still a little confused, thinking that this person had made food for himself, and it was a little uninteresting to resist, so he endured it in peace, but I don't know how, the more she rubbed herself, the more comfortable she became, and the more she rubbed herself, the more fluttering she became, which was more refreshing than sleeping comfortably.

- It turns out that there are always some characteristics of felines that are similar.

The two rabbits also ate quickly, the little beast was half full, Shen Jinchu also ate sixty percent full, Shen Jinchu leaned on the mound, and rubbed the little beast's hair with his hands.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you what your name is," anyway, it's also a friendship that has eaten together, Shen Jinchu thinks it's quite fun to have fun with the foodie beast, and they have helped each other, roughly speaking, they can be regarded as friends, "My name is Shen Jinchu, or I'll call you Xiaoling, right?" ”

The little beast was born and grew up here, and it never thought of a name—it was a unique existence in this world, and even the king of beasts had to bow down obediently in front of it.

It doesn't need a name to bind it to a free and long life.

But just when Shen Jinchu said the word Xiaoling, he suddenly felt that it was good to have a name.