After Drew left, Mir used a napkin to wipe the meat juice from the corners of his mouth. Mao An’an, feeling sorry, exclaimed, “Wiping it off is such a waste, why don’t you just lick it clean?” Prince Mir responded with a smile that seemed to say, ‘How could a noble like me, the noblest of nobles, do something so uncouth?’ Mao An’an: “Alright, I admit, your pretentiousness might be a form of protection for me.” After a long while, after Mir had finished reading through five ancient volumes of law, Drew returned, sweating profusely, carrying a tray and walking quickly. “Your Highness Mir, this is the best piece I could manage.”
“This smells like burnt corpse, it’s unbearable,” Mir said, his brows furrowed as he looked at the slightly charred piece of meat on the plate, turning to ask the wide-eyed ‘it’, “Do you really want to eat this?” Mao An’an, who had only eaten one piece of fruit in two days, didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the plate and took a big bite out of the steak, tears streaming down her face from the sheer joy of the taste. It was so delicious, even without the black pepper sauce! In just a few bites, she swallowed the steak, her eyes full of longing as she looked at Drew, licking the grease off her fingers. Mir’s eyes were fixed on ‘its’ greasy fingers and the little pink tongue sticking out, murmuring to himself, “Not enough…” Drew nearly fainted, rolling his eyes, “God save me, I’d rather repair precision instruments with a diameter smaller than a micron than roast animal corpses again!” Seeing that ‘it’ wasn’t full, Drew, with tears in his eyes, went back to grilling meat.
