Beauty and the Beasts Chapter 1097 - Muir's First Time to Dine at the Table (2)

Chapter 1097: Muir’s First Time to Dine at the Table (2)

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Bai Qingqing poked Muir’s shoulder and said, “Hurry up. Otherwise, the good food would all be s.n.a.t.c.hed up by them.”

Only then did Muir stand up, feeling a little restrained, following behind Bai Qingqing after she turned around.

The two of them returned to the dining table and, as expected, the most popular new dish on the table, “fishcake”, had been finished. There was only a piece the size of a plate that was saved for Bai Qingqing and An’an.

Bai Qingqing quickly pushed Muir, the block of wood, to the table. She put aside the portion of fishcake for An’an and then gave the rest to him.

“This is a new dish that we made today. Try it.”

Muir was overwhelmed by the favor Bai Qingqing showed him. He looked at the piece of golden-colored food in front of him, and when the fragrant scent entered his nose, he felt that he had never come across any food that was this fragrant before. Even before eating, he was certain that this was the most delicious food in the world. It was food that Qingqing had given him.

Although, it was true that he had never eaten any food that was more delicious than this.

Taking in a deep breath, Muir lowered his head and pecked on it with this tough beak, making a crisp “clank” on the plate.

Bai Qingqing let out a “pfft” sound and couldn’t help but laugh. Having been used to the human world, she felt very amused when seeing animals showing human behavior.

Muir’s lowered face instantly heated up. Thankfully, there was a layer of feathers covering his face, and even if he were to blush, it wouldn’t be noticeable.

Parker liked to eat fishcakes a lot, and he had to hold it in with great difficulty to save the last small piece. He didn’t expect to give it to Muir instead, and jealousy erupted in him.

Winston’s feelings were restrained. Although he didn’t show anything on his face, when Bai Qingqing laughed out loud, his gaze still sank ever so slightly that it was unnoticeable.

Muir’s wing was still recovering, and he wasn’t suited to change his forms. After he finished the food on his plate, he was unable to reach the other food even though the table was filled with dishes. He sat there, feeling a little awkward.

Bai Qingqing was very worried that he might not be accustomed and thus constantly paid attention to him. When she saw this, she wanted to take more food for him.

However, Winston was one step faster than her, picking up the soup ladle that Bai Qingqing was reaching for, and placed fish b.a.l.l.s into Muir’s bowl. He said, “If you want to eat something, look in its direction and I’ll get it for you.”

Muir heaved a sigh of relief and cast him a thankful gaze.

Parker threw an angry sideward glare at Winston. He was unaware that even if Winston didn’t do this, Bai Qingqing would be there to help him. That would only make them feel even more upset.

Bluepool didn’t understand all the happenings taking place on the table and only thought to himself that this family looked very united and loving.

However, this wasn’t something that he wanted. He felt more at ease with the way the merfolk got along with each other. He might be able to stand having a few males squeezing together for a meal once or twice, but he was afraid that if this were to happen every day, he might not be able to withstand his instincts to protect his food.

This wasn’t appropriate. His mindset wasn’t appropriate. If he wished to become Bai Qingqing’s mate, he must change this mindset.

Bluepool suppressed his discomfort and tried to think of this scene in a better direction.

The great spread on the table was completely wiped out, and all of them were stuffed full of food. Muir was no exception.

Parker didn’t stand on ceremony and chased the dawdling Bluepool away, who was refusing to leave. He then cleaned up the place with Winston. Muir was injured and was naturally chased out again, so he walked out alongside Bai Qingqing.

Muir’s strides were very regulated till they seemed intentional. It was as if he had to try hard to move his legs to maintain this rhythm.

Bai Qingqing felt a little uneasy. She lowered her head and looked at the sleepy An’an, trying to find a conversation topic. “Look, this is An’an. She’s almost nine and a half months old. It was thanks to you that we managed to get the antidote successfully. She’s a lot better now.”