The peregrine falcon was hopping around Xu Ran joyfully, full of happiness.
Ever since the peregrine falcon learned to fly and hunt, it had been bringing back a fawn from the Great Mountain every day. One day, after tasting roasted venison, it couldn't stop eating it and wouldn't even touch raw meat anymore.
For a bird of prey surviving in the wild, still not fully grown and intelligent, craving cooked meat was unheard of.
But Xu Binghu understood the significance of the peregrine falcon. With it around, they never had to worry about meals, so he took on the task of processing raw meat.
Moreover, Xu Ran had already outgrown the need for beast milk and no longer needed Xu Binghu to venture into the Great Mountain daily.
While Xu Binghu and Lian Ji were preparing the venison, the peregrine falcon came to Xu Ran, opened its beak, and dropped a peach, nudging Xu Ran to indicate he should eat it.
"Do you want me to eat this peach?" Xu Ran asked.
The peregrine falcon nodded.
