After finishing everything, he reignited a small campfire and placed the prepared rabbit over the flames to slowly roast it.
Soon, the sound of sizzling fat filled the air, and a rich aroma gradually spread through the snowstorm.
Qing Jun kept her eyes glued to the rabbit, which was turning golden over the fire, her little nose occasionally sniffing as her throat made tiny gulping sounds.
Noticing her eager expression, Chen Ye tore a small piece of rabbit leg, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
He carefully blew on it and then held it up to Qing Jun's mouth: "Here, open your mouth, be careful, it's hot."
Qing Jun sniffed the enticing fragrance but slightly turned her head, mumbling softly:
"No! Qing Jun wants to eat on her own! Qing Jun is not my senior sister... don't want to be fed!"
She tried to straighten her small stature, wanting to prove that she had grown up.
This little girl wasn't big, but her temper certainly was.
