When Alex was a kid, he had this game he loved. Every time he yed, he''d swipe the rubber band from her hair and put it back when he was done. But man, his hair-tying skills sucked back then. He''d take it off, and her hair would be all neat, but when he put it back, it was always a hot mess. Twice, it even happened on the way to school, and she gotughed at by the other kids for having messy hair in ss. While Quinn was still zoning out, Alex had already picked up the bird from the grass and gutted it right in front of her. Quinn snapped out of it and saw that the bird''s feathers were plucked clean. She couldn''t even tell what kind of bird it was. "What kind of bird is this?" she blurted out.


    "No clue, as long as it''s got meat." He quickly cleaned the bird, skewered it with a stick, and ced it over the fire to roast.


    He then pulled out a small can of salt from his pocket and sprinkled it on the bird.


    Quinn had a sh of doubt in her mind. She looked at Alex''s pocket weirdly. It was pretty big. Having a rubber band was one thing, but salt too? "What else you got in your pocket?" she asked.


    "A lot. Wanna feel around?" Alex teased.


    Quinn instinctively shut her mouth. No matter how curious she was, she was too embarrassed to dig into his pocket.


    After roasting for a bit, Alex tore open the meat to check and found it was almost done. He handed the bird to Quinn and said, "Eat."


    "What about you?" she asked.


    "If you''re full, I''m full," he said.


    Quinn frowned and was about to tell him not to be stubborn when he added, "After all, just looking at your face makes me feel satisfied and full."


    For some reason, whenever Quinn heard him talk now, she always had the urge to throw whatever she was holding at his face.


    She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, split the bird in half, and handed it to him, whether he wanted it or not. Alex said, "Looks like you still care about me."


    Quinn ignored him and continued eating the bird. The meat was super tough, not very tasty, and had a fishy smell.


    After going out, she realized that the chicken legs she used to turn her nose up at were actually the best.


    She forced herself to finish half of the bird.


    Alex hadn''t eaten his half and handed it to her. "Here."


    Quinn pushed it back, saying, "I don''t want it. I''m full."


    "Are you really full or just worried about me and want me to eat?" Alex teased.


    Quinn red at him. "Really!"Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    It tasted so bad that half of it was enough to fill her up. Any more and she might throw up.


    Seeing that she wasn''t lying, Alex put a piece in his mouth and then spat it out.


    "Really bad," he remarked.


    Quinn pulled at the corners of her mouth and looked at him coldly.


    Alex ced the half bird on a leaf and stopped eating.


    "Aren''t you hungry?" Quinn asked.


    He hadn''t eaten anything either, and he had fought with those coyotes and was seriously injured. Yet, he was still picky.


    Alex stood up, grabbed the knife and half of the bird, and walked towards the river.


    She saw him tear the bird meat into small pieces and scatter them in the river, then quietly waited.


    Quinn was suspicious. The water didn''t look great. Even if there were fish in it, could they be eaten?


    Alex squatted by the water for about ten minutes without any movement. Quinn thought there probably weren''t any fish in there. Unexpectedly, the next second, he suddenly stabbed the knife into the water.


    Quinn''s eyes widened again.


    Momentster, he came back with a fish. Now, Quinn waspletely speechless.


    He cleaned the fish, skewered it on a stick, and roasted it. "Looks like the water quality here is pretty good," he sighed.


    His chill manner made Quinn feel like they were on a wilderness vacation rather than surviving in the wild. That is, if they hadn''t seen those wild beasts yesterday and the two snakes just now. "Want some?" Alex asked, handing her the fish.