"Hey, that little chick of yours looks sickly. I doubt it'll even survive tonight. You'd better throw it away."
Ye Hua spoke offhandedly, pointing at the filthy little yellow chick.
She held a toothpick in her right hand, idly picking strands of meat from between her teeth.
At her words, Ming Hao turned to look at the chick. It was filthy all over, its feathers had lost their luster, and it really did look close to death.
He scratched his head and said,
"I remember tossing it into the blood-feed cart. No idea how it crawled back out. Just leave it. If it croaks tomorrow, I'll throw it away then."
After speaking, Ming Hao glanced at the chick again. Though barely clinging to life, it was still struggling desperately, as though it dearly wanted to live.
A flicker of admiration crossed his face. He thought the little thing was quite tenacious.
Seeing this, Ye Hua's lips curved into a faint smile, and she said,
"I have to admit, you Rake, your cooking is improving pretty fast. That whole roast chicken just now was excellent. Keep it up. I have faith in you."
Compared to before, Ye Hua seemed like an entirely different person.
It was as though she had tossed her former cold, aloof expression into some mountain gully, replacing it with a relaxed, easygoing attitude.
Ye Hua's praise made Ming Hao feel rather pleased with himself. He laughed and said,
"Haha, of course. I'm very talented."
Just then, however, Ying Ming Hao abruptly changed the subject. Looking at Ye Hua with a teasing half-smile, he said,
"Hey, don't you cultivate the Heartless Dao? Where did that lofty, superior attitude of yours go?
Have you just been putting on an act all this time?"
At Ying Ming's question, anger