Chapter 1096: Muir's First Time to Dine at the Table (1)

Bai Qingqing then stared at An’an’s face to assess her for a while, and only felt completely relieved upon seeing that she didn’t get any fishbone stuck into her throat.

“What’s wrong?”

Bluepool lost his appetite because of Bai Qingqing’s attitude, holding the fish in his hand and continued eating without knowing the taste. He bore with the discomfort in his heart and asked, feeling puzzled.

Bai Qingqing threw him a displeased glance. “There are fish bones.”

In consideration that Bluepool had taken care of An’an for a few days, Bai Qingqing didn’t get angry with him. However, she still couldn’t help but complain in her heart.

F*ck, so this is how Bluepool took care of An’an. It must be because he hasn’t fed An’an fish these few days. Otherwise, she’d long have died from getting a fishbone stuck into her throat. However, it’s a miracle that An’an is still safe.

Bluepool was stunned, then said nonchalantly, “What’s the problem with that? We ate fish every day, but An’an is still fine.”

Bai Qingqing’s heart shook again, and she looked at An’an’s tiny mouth that kept on moving vigorously. She had a strong urge to pry open her mouth to check her throat.

“Sometimes bones got stuck into her throat, but I removed them for her.” Bluepool then added, his tone sounding as if he was boasting and seeking praise.

Bai Qingqing glared at him, having a strong urge to beat him to death.

Winston and Parker cleaned up the kitchen and also came out. The leopard cubs were also released from the woodshed by Parker and ran happily to the table, jumping up onto the stools and drooling as they looked at the table full of delicious-smelling food.

Bai Qingqing wasn’t a petty person, and the matter concerning the fish bones was considered over.

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However, she made up her mind that if anything happened in the future, she mustn’t hand An’an to Bluepool’s care. It’d be putting her life on the line.

“I’ll carry An’an, you eat,” said Winston, seated next to Bai Qingqing.

“You eat. I had a bowl of noodles just now and am not hungry yet. I’ll just have a little.” Bai Qingqing smiled and shook her head, picking up a lump of meatloaf and handing it to An’an, letting her hold it herself.

Winston didn’t continue and kept quiet, eating heartily.

With Curtis absent, Bai Qingqing kept having the feeling that there was one less person at the dining table. She felt a little upset.

She wondered where Curtis was or if he had eaten. With what happened to Muir, would the demon in his heart be even stronger and unbearable?

Oh, right. Muir!

Bai Qingqing suddenly raised her head, finally recalling what was missing. Muir hadn’t come to the table yet.

“What’s the matter?” Parker buried his head and ate away, then raised his head and looked at her. Winston also cast an inquiring look toward her.

Bai Qingqing carried An’an and got up. “I’ll go call Muir to come eat.” After saying that, she left in a hurry.

It was possible to hear the sounds coming from the kitchen while in the main hall. They’d usually come by themselves for food. Neither Parker nor Winston had the responsibility to go call for him.

However, Muir felt that he didn’t have the right to and thus didn’t have the consciousness of dining together with them. When he heard the joyful voices in the dining hall, he only felt lonely and didn’t dare to look. He looked for a corner and hid.

Bai Qingqing passed by the main hall hurriedly, entering the bedroom to take a look. She didn’t see Muir and then turned back. Only then did she notice the black eagle in a corner of the main hall, emitting an aggrieved aura.

“Why are you here?” Bai Qingqing asked, baffled. She then hastened her footsteps and walked toward him. “Come and eat.”

The black eagle in the corner immediately raised his head, a hint of surprise and joy flashing past his pitch-black eyes. It then turned into uncertainty.

He was afraid that he had interpreted it incorrectly. Maybe Qingqing wasn’t there to call him to eat.

Bai Qingqing lowered her head and looked at An’an in her arms. An’an ate very quickly, and the walnut-sized fishcake was almost finished. Bai Qingqing was afraid that she’d clean her hands on her clothes after she was done and thus was in a hurry to head back.