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The four of them eventually settled around the dining table and began their meal.
The moment the food was served, Zhi Zun seemed to forget that anyone else was present. He picked up his bowl and began stuffing his face with remarkable enthusiasm, barely pausing between mouthfuls. Even the chicken bones were not spared. He chewed on them as though they were just another ordinary part of the meal, showing absolutely no intention of wasting a single morsel.
Han Yan watched him for a while, his chopsticks pausing halfway to his mouth. Eventually, he couldn't help making a sarcastic remark.
"You certainly have a graceful way of eating. Even the bones can't escape from you."
Zhi Zun looked up at him.
Rather than feeling embarrassed, he nodded with an unusually serious expression. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he casually raised a hand and wiped his lips before speaking.
