As soon as the coconut was opened, the raw fishy smell of the bird meat instantly wafted out. Du Lai reached out to touch it—warm on the outside but icy cold and sticky on the inside. When he lifted the bird's neck, coconut juice mixed with blood flowed out, cold and fishy.
Du Lai just held the bird and quietly watched Fu Miaoxue.
Fu Miaoxue: "..."
After a couple of seconds, she stubbornly lifted her head, chest out, "It'll definitely taste good once cooked!"
Du Lai didn't want to pay attention to her, so he took the bird away—cleaned it again, rubbed it with salt, skewered it with a branch, and roasted it.
During dinner, Fu Miaoxue was unhappy the whole time, her lips pouting high, but she still finished off all the bird meat, gnawing even the meat on the bird's neck clean.
Du Lai only ate a few berries because earlier, the smell nauseated him, and his stomach was still unsettled.
