The chefs at Aisha's estate hadn't prepared such a lavish feast in years. They even had to urgently order ingredients, with drones delivering fresh supplies to the mansion, enabling them to work tirelessly to meet the restaurant's insatiable demands.
Eat! Eat!
Pan Ruiyi grabbed from both sides, her hands diving into the plates.
Kebab skewers, buckwheat noodles, grilled tuna meat, pineapple slices, soybean mash, pomegranates, lamb chops, avocado sauce, milkshakes, croissants, tomato juice, meat-stuffed pancakes, shrimp, fried rice, spiced chicken, mixed nuts... the chefs exhausted their full repertoire of recipes, determined to satisfy the abyssal maw that Aisha had seemingly summoned from nowhere.
Once these hundred dishes were placed on the table, their fate was sealed—they were destined to be devoured, helplessly watching themselves get seized and stuffed into what seemed like a bottomless pit.
"Waaaah—"
"What on earth..."
"Captain..."
"Still eating!"
