Upon hearing the news that she had obtained the props, Su Yuening did not stop and continued to feed the wind bird.

The wind bird eats one at a time.

The movements are free and unrestrained.

The disciples were eager to try it out.

My hands are itching to feed it.

He took some fruit from the basket and put it next to the wind bird's mouth.

The wind bird paused.

The gem-like eyes trembled slightly.

He held the fruit flesh in his mouth and was about to throw it aside.

Before he could do anything, he had already made an intimate eye contact with Ning Su.

Coupled with Su Yuening's light cough, Fengniao reluctantly ate the fruit fed to him by other disciples.

The movements were not very elegant, but had the intention of venting.

It has never liked outsiders and only accepts food fed by familiar people.

But since the master and the little master had given the signal, it reluctantly gave them some face.

"It's eaten. This wind bird is so obedient." The disciple with pigtails was greatly encouraged when he saw the wind bird eat the food he fed, and continued to feed it for the second time.

Others were unwilling to fall behind and rushed to feed the animals.

"I'll come too. I picked the biggest one, and the wind bird ate mine first."

"Go away, the wind bird ate mine first. Mine is more appetizing."

"The fruits in the baskets are all the same. There's no need to fight for victory. Just feed them. It'll only take half an hour. After that, we can still do a few normal tasks."

"Haha, that's right. Everyone gets the same reward. There's no need to rush to feed the bird. The wind bird can eat whoever it wants. We can just watch."

The wind birds took turns picking up the fruit pulp in frustration.

These are the fruits it usually likes to eat.

But why doesn’t it taste right?

It's not as delicious as the food it eats when it forages for food alone.