Just as they finished eating, the table had already turned into a battlefield of empty plates, bowls stacked so high on both sides that they almost resembled small mountains. One pile belonged to Xiaoshan, which at least made some sense given his size and appetite, but the other was even larger and, to everyone's disbelief, belonged to Miao-Miao.
Lin Xiao Tian stared at the scene in silence for a long moment, his expression slowly turning darker as calculation instinctively surfaced.
What kind of monstrous consumption is this, and how in the world did this all add up to thirty-seven thousand spirit coins, did she eat the kitchen itself.
His gaze shifted toward Miao-Miao, who sat there innocently as if nothing unusual had happened, while his heart quietly began to ache.
This little beast disguised as a disciple, feeding her is going to bankrupt me sooner or later.
