The consequence of being all lovey-dovey was that the two fish got burnt.
Wen Ran held a stick in her hand, looking at the charred fish skewered on it, feeling a headache coming on.
Shen Wu, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the burnt fish; he continued gnawing on the fish in his hand and curiously asked, "Ranran, aren't you hungry?"
Indeed, as long as it was edible, he could swallow it, without caring whether it tasted good or not.
He cherished food.
Wen Ran hesitated for a moment but still took a bite. She frowned; it was like chewing on charcoal, with no good taste at all.
Shen Wu reached out his hand, "Ranran, let me eat it."
Wen Ran dodged his hand, "No need."
Shen Wu picked up a newly roasted fish, "I'll trade this with you."
Wen Ran took another bite and mumbled, "No trade."
She held her breath and finished it in a few bites, tossing away the fish bones, then glanced at him and said, "I'm full, you handle the rest of the fish."
