Jiang Si walked up to Qin Shen and looked down from the yacht. The water was pitch-black, with no sign of anything strange.
Still, she asked, "Is something wrong?"
Qin Shen watched for a long time before saying, "It swam away."
Jiang Si froze. "The Weasel Crocodile?"
Qin Shen shook his head. "Maybe."
'Maybe?'
Jiang Si's intuition told her it probably wasn't a Weasel Crocodile. If it had been, it would have eagerly surfaced at the first sign of movement.
After being plucked and gutted, the moorhen was just over a catty of meat and bones.
Shen Baoying simmered a pot of moorhen and reed mushroom soup, adding some ginseng root and goji berries. There was just enough for everyone to have a bowl. It was especially nourishing and good for one's complexion.
Jiang Si took a sip, and a vague taste from her memories became sharp and clear. "It's so savory~"
Shen Baoying smiled. "This moorhen was a bit small. Once the chicks grow up and we breed more, we can eat them often."
