After Liang He wiped the fluffies clean, she began helping them process the prey they had hunted. By the time the fluffies started eating their brunch, Silver Shuttle and Silver Feather had returned to the service area with the day's meals.
"Liang He! Come eat, it's going to get cold!" Silver Feather had increasingly lost the haughty airs of a Holy Daughter. She had no qualms about shouting at the top of her lungs, and if Liang He didn't respond in time, she would just keep yelling.
"Right away!" Afraid that she would shout herself hoarse, Liang He hurried to the kitchen. The four of them sat around the island counter and began their meal.
"I heard Doctor Xu came last night. How is Xuan Jiao's condition?" Silver Feather picked up some dishes that were out of Liang He's reach and placed them in her bowl, then asked out of concern for the Iron-eating Beast. She and Silver Shuttle had gone to bed early last night and knew nothing; she had only just heard Hoder mention it.
