It was worth mentioning that spirit beasts do not have very high intelligence. With just the fragrance of food, it was enough to bewitch them to the point of forgetting their initial goals.
When the little fatty was spat onto the ground, the snot on his face had dried. Perhaps it was because he had maintained a fixed position inside the leopard's mouth for a long time, he could not move right now.
"Uhm, Miss Feng…" Feng Lianqing looked eagerly at the pot in front of Feng Ruqing, swallowing hard with the anticipation clear in his eyes.
"If you want to eat this, I can have Nan Xian beat you up so that you're hurt all over, and then, you may eat."
Feng Lianqing was speechless. The corners of his lips twitched. "Forget it then."
As he had said that, Feng Lianqing would still glance at Feng Ruqing's pot from time to time with desire in his eyes.
Feng Ruqing ignored him and took out the soup in the pot before bringing it to the leopard.