Gulp, gulp.
Just after grumbling about Jin Ni'Er in his heart, Jin Kui's stomach started complaining.
He clenched his teeth, feeling utterly helpless.
Beside him, Qin Hao's voice came over.
"Sister Ni'Er, tastes good?"
"Mmm! Delicious! I've already eaten two jin of meat!" Jin Ni'Er's voice was muffled; clearly her mouth was still stuffed with meat.
"Then eat more. With such a big one, we probably can't finish it anyway. We'll just throw away whatever's left later."
Qin Hao went on.
"Why throw it away?"
"I don't like leftovers. Besides, don't we still have other game? We can eat that tomorrow."
"Alright then, we'll eat a bit more first, and throw away the rest."
Hearing this, Jin Kui was about to explode.
My own little sister doesn't even care about me?
Throw it away? Can't you save some for me?
What happened to that deep sibling bond we talked about?
In that instant, Jin Kui felt his heart ache, and anger surged up.
