Seeing the fish and shrimp about to burn, the silly cat just squatted there, watching with eager eyes, looking pitiful.
Even as cold-hearted as Yun Rong could be, she couldn't bear to watch any longer. She leaped down from the jujube tree, extended her long, fair hand, and took out two skewers of fish and shrimp from the campfire, handing them to the cat.
This white cat was not shy, sniffing as it approached, grabbing one skewer of fish and shrimp with its mouth, and then using its paw to push the other skewer of grilled fish towards Yun Rong.
Yun Rong raised an eyebrow slightly.
Oh, a generous cat indeed.
Yun Rong, who had never known courtesy, did not refuse. She found a clean spot to sit, patiently peeling shrimp shells and fish bones.
She originally thought, how good can a cat's cooking be? But when she took a bite, the shrimp was tender, the fish skin crispy. As she savored it in her mouth, the fragrance lingered on her palate; it was surprisingly delicious.
