Although she had never openly admitted it, the reality was that the young stoic invariably had snacks or fruits in hand whenever she had free time.
What she enjoyed while reading, what she savored during compet.i.tions, and even during her practical training, she never forgot to partakeâŠ
Upon concluding her period of seclusion, her first act upon emerging was to seek sustenance with an impa.s.sive countenanceâŠ
Mo Lian couldnât help but secretly chuckle. She expertly sectioned the oranges into slices and presented them to Her Ladys.h.i.+p Qiaoqiao.
Her Ladys.h.i.+p Qiaoqiao accepted them with her customary stoic expression.
Qi Xuanxuan, seated on the other side, concealed a wry smile.
Qiaoqiao, the little foodie, was undeniably adorable.
Her Ladys.h.i.+p Qiaoqiao glanced sidelong at Qi Xuanxuanâs bemused visage and retrieved an orange from her inner world, offering it to her.
The two of them commenced eating at the rear of the conveyance.
After consuming an orange, she swapped it for a banana. Following the banana, she retrieved a small fruit and nibbled on it. She then transitioned to pastries and candies, eventually culminating with melon seedsâŠ
Duan Yue, Duanmu Qing, and the others seated in front of them couldnât help but suppress their laughter.
These two girls appeared to treat the journey as a leisurely excursion!
Holy Son Miyan could bear it no longer and declared, âPrepare the table!â
Those two words had a significant impact and elicited quiet chuckles from those who heard them.
Despite His Excellency Holy Sonâs cultivation having reached the venerable spirit realm, he had grown accustomed to eating a meager two taels of grain daily throughout the year. In reality, he also had a penchant for food.
When he wasnât in seclusion, he would enjoy a daily feast.
Given the cramped s.p.a.ce with 39 people on board, setting up a side table was out of the question. As a result, the white-robed priests surrounded His Excellency. Each held a food bowl and served rice to the Holy Son. They maintained a poised demeanor as they silently observed His Excellency and indulged in their meal at a leisurely pace.
Her Ladys.h.i.+p Qiaoqiao glimpsed at this scene and discreetly set aside a stack of snacks. She withdrew her all-purpose food box from her inner worldâs 500-meter s.p.a.ce and extracted a large pot of fresh fish soup. Additionally, she retrieved several plates of stir-fried dishes and beckoned Duan Yue, Little Fatty, and Duanmu Qing to a.s.sist in carrying themâŠ
Her Ladys.h.i.+p Qiaoqiao embarked on her meal with her customary stoic demeanor!
Qi Xuanxuanâs lips quivered. She took a bite of rice and nearly erupted in laughter.
Little Fatty swiftly covered her mouth and implored, âDonât spit it out, we still have to finish our meal!â
Mo Lian was nearly driven to laughter by the enigmatic grin on the young stoicâs face.
This stoic had never displayed any emotion, but she was inexplicably amusing. Her presence exuded a dash of comical charm, compelling people to share knowing smiles.
Holy Son Miyan chewed her food without savoring it, enveloped by the enticing aroma of fish soup and a variety of stir-fried dishes.
Lowering her gaze to the rice in her bowl, she discovered a plate of white mantou and a serving of cold duck meat.
The cold duck meat appeared aged and desiccated, prompting an immediate impulse to discard it!
A sharp âcrackâ punctuated the air as the Holy Sonâs outburst snapped the chopsticks in her grasp.
Eldest Young Sir Qin, seated behind the Holy Son, couldnât help but release a weary sigh and ma.s.sage his temples.
Why did he feel an urge to smile?
âHow much spirit currency for it?â Holy Son Miyan inquired suddenly.
He was bewildered. They were all on a training expedition, so how could that eccentric young stoic still produce steaming hot food?