Now looking like a tortoise, Aris fell to his back with tears in his eyes as he rubbed his belly. He'd never been this full his whole life, and even with this, mozrael had still eaten more than him.
How does she still look so slim?
"I owe you my life, boos. Even if I get reincarnated," he said.
He forced himself to sit up, his rotund belly making such movements difficult.
"Please let me wash the bowls as—" He blinked twice. "Where are the bowls?"
The place was empty. None of the bowls they'd eaten in were present. It was like they disappeared.
"Don't worry about that. We wanted to thank you, so you don't have to worry yourself anymore," Aramith said.
"But boss, I—"
Aramith shook his head. "And I prefer if you stopped calling me boss," Aramith added.
Aris looked at him like a maiden whose fiancé had just rejected her. "But why? Did I eat too much? Forgive me if I have wronged you," he bowed to the ground.
