Doudou the Little Merman's diet had expanded once again. Hao Ren had basically figured out the pattern by now: anything made of bamboo or wood fibers.
After discovering that the little one was just as delighted to eat cardboard as she was to eat chopsticks, Hao Ren immediately ran to the basement and brought back several wooden strips. He sawed them into small pieces, cleaned them thoroughly, and tried feeding them to Doudou. As a result, the little one was now floating belly-up in the water, stuffed as round as a ball, letting out happy little burps while paddling around and talking to herself. She was madly addicted to all bamboo and wood fibers, as well as anything containing them. Chopsticks, wooden strips, scraps of paper, books—she ate everything. Honestly, if her mouth weren't too small to bite into them, she probably would have taken a couple of bites out of the TV cabinet too. In fact, Doudou had already become interested in the furniture around the house that gave off a "food aroma." At present, Hao Ren was keeping a close watch on her to stop her from biting the table. The little one could start with the edge of a table leg, where she could just barely get her mouth around it...
Vivian was beside the table, engaged in a special form of "communication" with a small bat that had just returned from patrol to report its findings. She wrapped the little bat in a cloud of blood mist and floated it before her, slowly analyzing it. The bat gradually dissolved into the blood mist like ink in water. By now, it had faded until only a shadow remained. Nangong May watched the marvelous magic in amazement and couldn't help asking, "I heard you share your senses directly