Qiong Xing wondered how much he would need to prepare to satisfy Leander and the others who already ate quite a lot on a normal day.
Would they end up eating each batch as soon as it came out of the fryer?
Qiong Xing stared at Leander while pondering the question.
Naturally, no answer appeared.
In the end, he simply resolved to do his best.
"Fenrir, that's a little excessive."
"Looks like I didn't even get a chance to do anything."
At some point, an enormous pile of prey had appeared.
Apparently, there had been no need for anyone else's efforts.
Qiong Xing packed everything away into his bag before reaching over to pat Fenrisulfr, who was wagging his tail proudly, in gratitude.
Did he really intend to lose weight?
Qiong Xing kept that thought to himself.
Knowing when not to say something was part of being an adult.
...
"If you're going to make a face like that, you should've just gone with them."
"..."
It had only been an hour since Qiong Xing left.
