Chu Xun was like a very fussy food critic.

He chopped some wood and lit a fire.

"Who wants to help me pluck the feathers?"

"I'll do it."

"I'll do it."

As soon as Chu Xun finished speaking, several weasels scrambled to take the lead.

The Peacock race looked down on the Mustelid race.

However, the Mustelid race liked them very much, especially a particular female peacock.

The weasels were ...