The rabbit meat was delicate. The moment teeth gently broke through the crispy skin, juices eagerly burst out, filling the entire mouth.
The rich aroma was a blend of the rabbit's natural savoriness and the unique flavor of the barbecue rub.
The moment his food bowl was set down, Prince immediately buried his head in it, getting grease all over his snout.
Coca-Cola was much more elegant. First, she gently prodded the rabbit meat with a paw, then took a small bite and chewed slowly, a satisfied PURR rumbling in her throat.
Only the Little Wolf Cub's nose twitched, its eyes full of envy as it dejectedly ate its low-salt, low-oil Thunderbird Meat.
Feng Mountain cut off a piece of rabbit meat with his small knife, savoring it carefully. He then pulled a flask from his backpack and handed it to Nash.
"Try some."
Nash took the flask and, without a second thought, downed a large gulp.
