When the girl arrived, she looked at Alan and asked, "Is this an apology gift for me?"
Isabella turned to Alan in confusion.
Alan hadn't expected to see the girl again so soon, but with Isabella present, he chose not to say much.
The girl, however, was clearly quite at ease. As she spoke, she swiftly drew the dagger from her waist, sliced off a crispy, golden piece of roasted rabbit, and popped it into her cherry-like lips, savoring it.
A moment later, she nodded in approval.
"Not bad. The roast is just right—perfectly seasoned, flavorful. But you can't just eat rabbit all the time; you need a balanced diet."
Alan was dumbfounded.
He had planned to give Isabella the first bite, yet this girl had not only helped herself but also started criticizing his cooking?
Before Alan could say anything, the girl had already devoured half the rabbit. Smiling, she declared,
"From now on, our meals will be your responsibility. That's settled!"
…?
Who exactly agreed to that?!
