Feng Qingge lay weakly on the table and waved her hands impatiently, "Alright, alright, stop whining. You won't have any meat even if you scream. Sigh, let's wait till tomorrow."
While Feng Qingge was feeling aggrieved, Jun Moli laughed and walked over with a bowl of black stuff.
"Quick, Qingge, have a taste of this. I made some red braised pork especially for you."
Feng Qingge did not even look. Why? She knew of his culinary skills. Regardless of what came into his hands, it would turn into a black, inedible mass.
She had a child to think of now and could not mess around.
But in the end, she was still a good partner. Upon seeing Jun Moli looking at her with his eyes, she immediately knocked on Shi Tian beast's head.
"There's meat here."
The famished Shi Tian beast did not care about anything, swallowing everything up like a ravenous tiger.
Jun Moli was happy when he saw the empty bowl and returned to the kitchen to study his meal.