"Professor, how is this an unreasonable request? You're clearly helping me out of a tough spot!"
Li Zheng laughed heartily and invited, "But there's no rush for this matter. Today, I'll treat everyone to a gathering. We can chat while we eat."
"Sounds good," Rothschild accepted the invitation.
That evening, Mirel was busy for a solid two hours, cooking up a table full of delicious food, much to Xiaoying's delight, who looked like she wanted to jump right into the middle of the table.
Watching her gobble down like a wolf, Zhan Zhouzhou repeatedly explained, "I swear, I haven't let her go hungry even once! Really! You must believe me!"
Feng Yue and Mudala looked on with skepticism. If she hadn't been starved, how could she be eating like a bulldozer clearing land?
Li Zheng was counting the supplies in his capsule, worried, "This isn't good. With such a money-eating beast to feed, my savings will soon be spent."
