Beside him stood the bear beastman, broad and heavy with scarred shoulders, the hawk beastman with sharp eyes and still wings folded behind him, and the black panther beastman who moved so quietly that Lin Huahua only noticed him when his tail shifted in the firelight.
Her mother smiled immediately. "Huahua, you came."
Lin Huahua nodded and was set down carefully on a thick fur, though Mu Qingyi did not step far from her after placing her down. Hu Baiyu sat close at her side. Feng Yiren leaned behind her with his arms crossed, still looking like he had been wronged by the entire world.
Then Lin Huahua looked at the food.
Her smile slowly faded.
There was roasted meat.
Lots of roasted meat.
Thick pieces of meat.
Huge pieces of meat.
Meat on flat stones, meat on wooden skewers, meat being turned over the fire, meat piled in leaf plates.
And nothing else.
Lin Huahua stared at the food with growing disbelief.
Then she looked at her mother.
Then at Lin Weishan.
