Eric had already eaten two meals and wasn't hungry at the moment, so he shared the chicken feet between the two dragons.
He discovered that dragons were just like dogs; food had to be portioned out.
These two dragons were technically biological siblings, yet why wouldn't the brother yield even a little to his sister? If he didn't portion it out, Boa would have nothing to eat.
The chicken feet were sour, spicy, and crunchy. The numbing, fragrant taste of the chili oil, combined with the minced garlic and the texture of the chicken feet, blended perfectly. Robin ate without lifting his head.
No wonder so many dragons were lingering around Arthur's territory; they were probably all here for the food but dared not enter. The more he thought about it, the luckier he felt. The thoughts from earlier had been tossed aside by Robin.
Eric fished out some braised food. He sliced a plate of internal organs, a plate of meat, and put the bony parts on another plate.
