Lu Yuanfeng expertly skinned the rabbit and, without needing instructions from Mu Shuangshuang, found a wooden stick, set the rabbit over the fire, and began roasting it.
Lu Yuanfeng wasn't skilled at cooking, but when it came to roasting fish or rabbits, it seemed like he was born to do it, as natural as breathing.
Mu Shuangshuang handed Lu Yuanfeng the salt and the remaining Ai Zi. Roasting a rabbit was different from boiling fish; the rabbit had its own fat, and as it roasted over the fire, the fat would drip out when it was done.
"We can eat the fish while we wait for the rabbit to cook."
By this time, lunch was nearly an hour late, and the three children were probably already hungry.
"But what will we use to eat with? We don't have chopsticks or bowls," Little Zhi asked Mu Shuangshuang in a childish voice.
"Sister will chop some small trees, peel them, wash them, and as for bowls, don't we have lotus leaves? We'll make bowls out of the lotus leaves."
