Chapter 1097 - Muir’s First Time to Dine at the Table (2) (1/2)

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Bai Qingqing poked Muir’s shoulder and said, “Hurry up. Otherwise, the good food would all be snatched up by them.”

Only then did Muir stand up, feeling a little restrained, following behind Bai Qingqing after she turned around.

The two of them returned to the dining table and, as expected, the most popular new dish on the table, “fishcake”, had been finished. There was only a piece the size of a plate that was saved for Bai Qingqing and An’an.

Bai Qingqing quickly pushed Muir, the block of wood, to the table. She put aside the portion of fishcake for An’an and then gave the rest to him.

“This is a new dish that we made today. Try it.”

Muir was overwhelmed by the favor Bai Qingqing showed him. He looked at the piece of golden-colored food in front of him, and when the fragrant scent entered his nose, he felt that he had never come across any food that was this fragrant before. Even before eating, he was certain that this was the most delicious food in the world. It was food that Qingqing had given him.

Although, it was true that he had never eaten any food that was more delicious than this.

Taking in a deep breath, Muir lowered his head and pecked on it with this tough beak, making a crisp “clank” on the plate.

Bai Qingqing let out a “pfft” sound and couldn’t help but laugh. Having been used to the human world, she felt very amused when seeing animals showing human behavior.

Muir’s lowered face instantly heated up. Thankfully, there was a layer of feathers covering his face, and even if he were to blush, it wouldn’t be noticeable.

Parker liked to eat fishcakes a lot, and he had to hold it in with great difficulty to save the last small piece. He didn’t expect to give it to Muir instead, and jealousy erupted in him.

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Winston’s feelings were restrained. Although he didn’t show anything on his face, when Bai Qingqing laughed out loud, his gaze still sank ever so slightly that it was unnoticeable.

Muir’s wing was still recovering, and he wasn’t suited to change his forms. After he finished the food on his plate, he was unable to reach the other food even though the table was filled with dishes. He sat there, feeling a little awkward.