The moment Lin Huahua said that she wanted to eat fish that morning, the whole cave became so quiet that even the crackling fire seemed to hesitate for a second, as if it too had heard something unbelievable and was now trying to decide whether it had understood correctly.
Mu Qingyi looked at her calmly, but the surprise in his eyes was obvious because no matter how gentle and nurturing he was, even he could not pretend this was normal.
It was one thing that Lin Huahua had started eating meat without throwing a fit, because even though she had never liked it much, it was still something she could eat when she had no choice.
But fish was different. Fish had bones. Too many bones. Too much work. Too many chances to get annoyed halfway through a meal and throw the entire thing aside with a sour face.
Even for the males, fish was not something they liked very much. They could eat it if they needed to, but compared to fresh prey from the forest, fish was troublesome.
