The little guy can't eat much, just let him have a taste. This Rakshasa Bird this time is really powerful, way tougher than the ones I saw before."
Wen Yan took the insulated lunch box out of the window.
"Thank you, Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor."
"What are you being polite for? If you run into something like this again, remember to give me a call." The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor couldn't help it either, rubbing his belly and smacking his lips.
"One more thing, Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor, I went for a check-up today and it looks like I've got a bit of bone loss."
Saying that, Wen Yan also took out a piece of tiger bone.
"What's the best way to use this stuff?"
"Bone loss? Something wrong with your bones?" Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor hurriedly asked.
"Pretty much just that my bones are getting brittle."
