Thinking about how Malachi enjoys the food she makes, Luna suddenly grinned and said, "Malachi, if you're willing to go up and perform a piece, I'll make delicious food for you for three days in a row. How about it?"
Malachi raised an eyebrow, his gaze landing on Luna Sutton's face with a hint of inquiry: "Three days?"
Luna Sutton immediately seized the opportunity, smiling like a sly fox: "Yes, three days! Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you, guaranteed to satisfy you."
Malachi was silent for a few seconds, his expression indifferent, but the corner of his mouth raised in a barely noticeable arc: "Deal."
Although he disliked this kind of occasion and loathed those females' infatuated gazes, for the sake of gourmet food, performing isn't out of the question.
He walked toward the center of the bonfire party, and the entire place instantly fell silent.
Everyone widened their eyes, their gaze fixed on him.
