Nian Shutong was completely oblivious to Fu Yunhe's thoughts at the moment because she was preoccupied.
She was busy roasting a suckling pig.
The rotisserie that Rubble had made didn't require her to turn it by hand; it turned automatically and at a steady pace.
All she needed to do was brush it lightly with honey, but this task was a true test of willpower.
The longer the time passed, the sweet and not cloying aroma tempted her into involuntarily salivating.
Should she sneak a bite?
Would that be wrong?
It's alright, they'd need to cut it open for everyone to eat anyway, taking a tiny piece for herself surely wouldn't be noticed.
Just as Nian Shutong's hand was itching to reach for the suckling pig, Dou Dou came running over.
"Auntie, this roast suckling pig smells amazing."
Nian Shutong looked at Dou Dou next to her, tempted to ask, "Dou Dou, do you want to try a taste?"
