After the fish was roasted, Little Qingdou obediently cut a piece for Long Fei and handed it over on a plate.
She ate with her hands directly, feeling braver with Long Fei around, no longer glancing around nervously like earlier.
Long Fei took a bite; the doneness of the fish was just right.
The outer skin was tender while the inside remained incredibly fresh.
The texture was ninety percent cooked; the heat control was excellent.
Little Qingdou, full of anticipation, stared wide-eyed at Long Fei and eagerly asked, "How's the taste?"
"Very good!"
Long Fei nodded, feeling somewhat comfortable in his stomach after swallowing a bite of fish.
He asked Little Qingdou, "How's your father doing recently?"
Little Qingdou replied, "There was a message before, saying he went to the Capital City, but I don't know if he's back yet."
She cut some meat for Long Fei, took a piece for herself, and pointed to Long Fei's wine jug, saying, "Master, let me have a sip of wine, okay?"
