The Foodie Without Moral Fiber

Although the cubs couldn't quite understand, they were able to hold themselves back because the food at home was always very delicious. Putting on their best behavior, they sat down on the floor and drooled as they stared at the large fish.

Looking at their greedy little expressions, Bai Qingqing felt that making sashimi tonight was the right decision.

Perhaps in the future, she could even try making raw meat slices. Didn't the Western steaks have different degrees of doneness—rare, medium-rare, etc.? The males would probably like it very much. If there were suitable ingredients, it might be worth a shot.

After handling the ingredients, Parker shouldered the fish and went home. He first steamed the head, then skillfully picked out the bones. There were bits of flesh on the bones, and they were stewed together with the roe and maw.

Then, he prepared to climb up the tree.

"Why are you going up there?" Bai Qingqing asked casually.