Ivy chewed on the fish without expression. She couldn’t taste the freshness of it because there was no seasoning.
The fish was washed up on the beach by the sea, and Vince picked it up and roasted it over some dried leaves.
Except for the salty and fishy odor, it was bland and tasteless.
“I’d like to eat at that old French restaurant on the streets of Paris, paired with a glass of white wine. It’s simply perfect.”
Vince ate with gusto. When he heard her words, he looked up at her and smiled as he approached.
“Ivy, if you don’t want to eat, you can give it to me.” He made a move to take the fish from her.
Ivy ducked and glared at him as she guarded her food. “You’d better keep an eye out! Otherwise, Simba will bite you.”
Simba bared its teeth at Vince from the side.
“If you’re bored
