When Qin Lin returned to the kitchen, an intoxicating aroma was already wafting through the air. The scent of wine mingled with the smell of meat, making mouths water.
"Qin Lin, look—Little Snow has been staring into the pot this whole time. It wants some too." Zhao Moqing gazed at the white fox in her arms in astonishment.
Qin Lin looked over. Sure enough, its eyes were fixed on the pot.
The little fellow had had its eye on that pheasant ever since they were in the mountains.
A moment later, Qin Lin lifted the lid. The aroma that wafted out grew even richer.
He picked up a pair of chopsticks and took a piece of pheasant from the pot to try. A series of squeaks came from the white fox.
Little Snow stared at the piece of meat in his hand and squeaked. Its eyes darted about with an adorable look, as if it were begging for a bite.
"I'll feed it a piece." Zhao Moqing picked up a pair of chopsticks too and reached into the pot.
Qin Lin didn't stop her. Foxes weren't as delicate as some pet dogs and cats. They could eat all kinds of raw meat, so cooked meat was definitely fine.
Zhao Moqing brought a piece of meat to Little Snow's mouth. To everyone's surprise, it stared at the meat and licked its lips.
"Brother Qin, this white fox is so humanlike!" Li Kai exclaimed. As he spoke, he eagerly picked up some meat from the pot with his chopsticks and tried it.
This was his spoils of war, and he found it especially delicious.
Qin Lin tried some too. The pheasant was thoroughly cooked, so he took it out of the pot. Thanks to the unexpected addition of pheasant, the meal was