Lin Huahua's ears drooped.
Bai Ruyue looked worried too. "Your father is right. Even if this tastes good, you must not be careless."
Lin Huahua quickly nodded. "I understand."
Feng Yiren, who was still carrying leftover victory in his face because his dream beast god comment had made her glare, suddenly said, "Yes. She must stop being careless with strange things. Strange leaves, strange fish, jumping fish near deep river water, all of it."
The entire cooking space went quiet.
Lin Xiaojiu froze with meat still in his hand.
Xiong Baobao stopped chewing.
Even Ying Chengyu's wings stiffened behind him.
Lin Huahua's heart dropped.
She slowly turned her head toward Feng Yiren with a face that said if looks could kill, he would already be a red fox rug on the floor.
Feng Yiren lifted his chin slightly.
He did not regret it.
