"Ding Ding, did you refine this yourself?"
"Yes."
Ding Ding sidled up to Dongfang Minghui as though presenting a treasure, its lively eyes darting between the elixir and her face. The words "praise me" and "reward me" were written plain as day across its face.
Dongfang Minghui gently poked its little cheek. "I'll grill a few extra fish for you today, so you can eat your fill." If it wanted grilled fish again in the future, it probably would not get spirit fish nourished by the Yin-Yang Spring.
"Ding Ding, how about we have fish slices today instead of grilled fish?"
"Fish slices?"
Ding Ding soon learned what fish slices were. Tilting its head in puzzlement, it watched Dongfang Minghui toss them into a stone pot. Besides fish slices, the pot contained spirit plants and a heap of other things it had never seen before. Flames burned steadily beneath the stone pedestal.
It rubbed its belly. It was already ravenous before it could even smell anything delicious. Somehow, turning a fish slightly larger than itself into slices... seemed to make it even hungrier.
Little Fatty and Little Sprout helped beside her, one catching fish and the other slicing them. Everyone bustled about merrily. They looked nothing like a group rushing to continue their journey, and more like tourists who had brought the whole family along.
Qian Wanyu rested with her eyes closed. Only when the fragrant fish soup wafted into her nose did she emerge from cultivation. Rather than opening her eyes immediately, she checked Qing Mo's condition in her soul sea. Since she had received the inheritance, his once-flickering spirit body had grown more solid than before. "Qing Mo, are you all right?"
Qing Mo kept his eyes closed, seemingly unable to hear her at all.
Qian Wanyu