Chapter 430

Mina noticed his prolonged silence and assumed he couldn't speak. Shaking her head with a sigh, she muttered to herself, "What a shame! You're so handsome, yet mute." She then cheerfully waved the rabbit in her hand. "So, how should we cook this little guy? Spicy stir-fry? Boiled with chili? Double-pepper rabbit? Or maybe a hotpot?" Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she brightened. "I know! Let's make rabbit hotpot! Since you can't talk, you probably don't have many friends. I've got two brothers and a sister here—we'll all eat together and be your friends!" With that, she marched ahead triumphantly, the rabbit swinging by her side. Truth be told, Huan reminded her of her and Harold's past in the Wallace household. Back then, Harold had the same brooding, withdrawn look, and she, too, would salivate at the rich aromas wafting from the kitchen—dishes they were never allowed to taste. She and Harold could only scavenge leftovers after the servants had eaten. Some days, there was nothing lef