Olivia took the meat from Carl, noticing that his fingers were burned.
It must have happened when he roasted the meat.
Noticing Olivia's sight, Carl looked down at his fingers and said casually, "They got burned."
His tone was very calm, as if it wasn't him who got burned, and he didn't care at all.
Olivia asked, "Does it hurt?"
"Not much."
Carl sat far from the fire and ate the remaining meat slowly.
Olivia watched him in confusion, "You don't like roasted meat?"
"I don't like all hot things."
Olivia looked at the fire instinctively, "Fire is also hot."
"So I don't like fire."
"Then why did you roast the meat just now?"
Carl glanced at her indifferently, "Because you need to eat roast meat."
Because she wanted to eat roast meat, he endured his dislike for fire and cooked it f
