Seeing Lin Mu eat, the Grand Elder Huo slapped his knee and roared with laughter. "Hah! Now that's eating! A man who fights like a mountain collapsing should eat like one too!"
Even Cattaleya, whose appetite was impressive by any standard, was left blinking in disbelief.
She had been working her way through an entire boar leg glazed in honey-spice sauce, yet compared to Lin Mu's pace, it seemed like a child nibbling on a snack. She finally gave in, stood up, and smacked Lin Mu's back with a resounding thump.
"This!" she declared, her voice loud enough to turn heads. "This is how a real man eats! If you were born in my clan, Lin Mu, you'd be the most popular man alive. I swear you'd have dozens of women fighting over you, each trying to cook your next meal."
Lin Mu almost choked on a bun, coughing awkwardly. His ears reddened slightly. "That… uh… that's not necessary."
But Cattaleya wasn't done.
She leaned closer, narrowed her eyes, and let them drift around the banquet hall.
