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So, the fox's dinner tonight was grilled grass carp with crucian carp soup.
Moreover, this was his personal exclusive dinner, while everyone else was having thirteen ways of eating lamb.
About this, Jiang Shu said confidently, "What we eat must be different from what you eat. Later, I'll personally deliver Diller's dinner, and you'll go rescue him tonight. I'll be carrying the smell of lamb, while you'll have the faint scent of grilled fish. Our scents cannot be the same; we need to pay attention to the details."
"So why do I have to eat fish?" The fox grimaced as he nibbled on a piece of fish. His tongue fished around the chunk of meat for a while before he managed to reluctantly swallow it, after spitting out more than a dozen small bones.
Although he hardly ever ate fish, he was well aware that a normal fish wouldn't have this many bones. That damn Jiang Shu had done this on purpose!
