"The taste is much worse. I thought those roasted meats were made by you." The white fox gnawed on the freshly cooked seafood and spoke to Jiu Ming with utter disdain.
"Then don't eat it if you think my cooking is bad." Jiu Ming grinned. He knew his own limits well enough—he couldn't compare himself to those master chefs.
"If I don't eat, am I supposed to starve?" The white fox rolled her eyes fiercely at Jiu Ming. The roast chickens from not long ago had already spoiled her palate. "This is my first time eating seafood. Even if it tastes a little worse, it's not unacceptable."
"Then don't hold back. Eat more." Jiu Ming shook his head. He would just treat her like a somewhat special pet... one with a particularly picky mouth.
The white fox drew her gaze back from the dead sea beast and stared at Jiu Ming with a hint of inexplicable suspicion. "Why did I feel like the way you looked at me just now was a little strange?"
"That was your imagination. When you're eating, shut up and eat properly."
Stunned by Jiu Ming's sudden authoritative rebuke, the white fox nodded instinctively. "Why can't I talk?"
"You might choke."
Who knew whether Jiu Ming's words had been cursed by a crow's beak or something, but the white fox immediately choked. Watching her roll around on the ground in agony, Jiu Ming guessed she had choked rather badly.
"Water! I need water!!"
Through their mental link, the white fox cried out in frantic desperation. Fortunately, mental communication didn't require opening one's mouth.
Only after a huge bucket of water had been poured into the white fox's mouth did she squat dejectedly to the side. She looked as though she had suffered some enormous grievance, her