Enduring

"Then don't eat it."

Su Xiaoling said coldly.

Cruel. Who could be as cruel as her?

She could even kill her own son. Why was she pretending to be a saint now?

She was very tired, and her body felt a little cold. She felt that there might be some mild poison in the bird's beak. She didn't have the strength to clean it up. She only cracked open a hole in the bird's egg and buried it in the ashes.

The corpse of the baby bird was casually stuck by the fire and roasted.

The baby bird in the egg was still alive, but after moving a few times, it stopped moving.

Su Xiaoling moved her hands closer to the fire to warm them.

The fragrance of meat gradually filled the small cliff cave.

When it was cooked, Su Xiaoling gave the baby bird's corpse to Wei Ling. She ate the bird egg.

There was also very turbid soup in the bird egg. Su Xiaoling drank it in small sips.