Mino soon brought dinner inside. Tonight's meal was twice-cooked pork, dry-pot fish, and a soup made with wild greens.
Sal lifted his head and glanced at Mino. There was no contract mark on him—so he wasn't the shameless female's beast husband after all.
He twitched his little nose. A rich, mouthwatering aroma drifted from the dishes on the table. He'd already smelled it earlier, but it was far stronger now.
It smelled incredible—and it looked delicious too.
Staring at the meat while inhaling the fragrance, Sal swallowed despite himself.
Nina noticed how the "little kitty" was practically drooling and felt hopeful.
She picked up a piece of fish and waved it in front of him.
"Little kitty, do you want to eat?"
Sal's eyes followed the fish back and forth, saliva pooling in his mouth again.
He hadn't eaten in a long time. He was starving. He really, really wanted it.
Reluctantly, Sal nodded his small head.
Nina's eyes lit up.
