At first, during the meal, she had been too busy proving that her spices could make the entire tribe question their past life choices. Then her younger brothers had arrived. Then everyone had started asking questions. Then Feng Yiren had ruined his own plan by exposing the merman incident. There had been so much noise and laughter and panic that she had not paid attention to it. But now that she thought carefully, whenever they roasted meat, Mu Qingyi always gave her the best pieces first. When they ate fish, he deboned everything for her and seemed satisfied just watching her eat. Even yesterday, when they cooked, he had barely touched his own food until everyone else had eaten.
Lin Huahua's heart suddenly felt uncomfortable.
How had she only noticed now?
She waited until Lin Weishan stepped away to speak with Ying Zhe, then called softly, "Mu Qingyi."
The deer beastman turned immediately, as if her voice had a string tied to his heart. "Yes, Huahua?"
