C90

He opened his eyes and looked in front of him. In front of a grill, there was Qing Lei, who was constantly shaking a stick that was made of fish, while he was roasting two sides of the fish. The little fellow was staring at the fat fish with a drool coming out of the corner of its mouth.

"You're awake? How about it? "I'm talking about seals …" Qing Lei asked calmly