As the aroma of the chicken grew stronger, the two people sitting cross-legged by the fire had lost their appetite for watermelon.
Su Qiao set down the half watermelon and the crude wooden spoon in her hands, picked up the knife, cut off a large drumstick, and handed it to the boy, who had been swallowing hard nonstop.
"Eat!"
The boy reached out, then cautiously glanced at Su Qiao and didn't dare take it.
That eager yet frightened little look overwhelmed Su Qiao's maternal instincts.
She simply stuffed the drumstick into his hand. "Eat. This whole chicken is ours. Finish it all. There are plenty more in the villages down the mountain anyway. If you want some tomorrow, I'll just catch another one."
Big Treasure stared at the drumstick in his hand, sniffed it, then secretly lifted his head to glance at Su Qiao. Seeing that she wasn't paying attention, he suddenly took a huge bite.
After that first bite, he began eating faster and faster.
Su Qiao felt a little heartbroken. How long had it been since this child had tasted meat?
He was so tall, yet so thin. He probably rarely ate his fill, and meat was likely even more out of the question.
Su Qiao pulled the chicken off the bones, placed it on a large brown leaf, and skillfully cut it into pieces.
After he finished eating, she stuffed another large piece into his hands.
Seeing his mouth covered in grease, Su Qiao smiled. "Tasty?"
Big Treasure grinned foolishly and nodded hard. "Tasty."
Su Qiao: "..."
What did it mean to ruin everything with one smile? This was probably it.
He had originally had a handsome face with strong, well-defined features, but the moment he gave a foolish grin, all that feeling vanished.
Whatever. If she