When Ouyang Feiting saw the large bird in Wang Yan's hand, her eyes widened instantly. She quickly hid the few roasted cicada larvae she held up in mid-air behind her back.
Earlier, she couldn't wait for Wang Yan to see these cicada larvae, but now she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
"They eat meat, you eat bugs, yet you still have the face to show off."
"Damn it, how did Wang Yan catch such a big bird?"
"He must have been lucky, the bird must have knocked itself out by hitting a tree, allowing him to pick it up. Damn, his luck is too good."
"But ha, he doesn't have fire. Without fire, he can't eat it, so catching it is pointless."
Just then, Wang Yan threw the large giant bird onto the ground, glanced at Ouyang Feiting, and said, "Lend me some firewood."
Ouyang Feiting immediately felt smug: "Hum, not lending. You can eat it raw."
