Lin Huahua stared at him. "Do you think I am a cub?"
Feng Yiren smiled. "Cubs have better river sense."
Lin Huahua inhaled deeply.
Mu Qingyi immediately put one hand over Feng Yiren's mouth from behind.
Feng Yiren's red eyes widened in outrage, but Mu Qingyi only smiled gently at Lin Huahua and said, "Look at the resin, Huahua."
Lin Huahua nodded with satisfaction and leaned closer to inspect it.
Hu Baiyu watched the resin with serious confusion, then looked at the hides, then at Lin Huahua's feet, and finally his blue eyes lit a little as if he was slowly beginning to understand. Mu Qingyi also seemed interested, not because he fully knew what she was doing yet, but because he enjoyed watching her think. Her face was focused now, her eyes bright, her ears moving every time an idea formed or failed, and her tail kept swishing in small quick movements behind her like it was helping her brain work.
