Bubba didn't have to wait long before the server returned with food in hand.
Two plates were placed in front of the monkey, and the mont his eyes landed on the al, he let out a cry of excitent.
"Haha, eat as much as you can," Filly said before glancing at her workers, still busy with their tasks. Seeing the monkey happily eating, she decided to quietly return to her work.
Bubba picked up the fried chicken in his hands. The glistening food made him swallow a mouthful of saliva.
For the first ti, he had a whole fried chicken in his hands! Not just a piece of at or skin, and definitely not a leftover bone—this was an entire fried chicken without a single bite from his owner!
Without wasting another second, he opened his mouth wide and bit into the food. A crunching sound echoed as his eyes widened.
Sothing exploded in his mouth—the flavor of fried chicken attacked every corner of his taste buds.
The monkey chewed, and with every movent of his sharp teeth piercing the chicken, the flavor kept intensifying.
Delicious!
Fueled by euphoria, Bubba devoured the fried chicken in seconds. Despite his small size, his lightning-fast movents made up for it.
In no ti, the fried chicken was gone, leaving only glistening clean bones on the plate.
Bubba burped and licked his lips, but he wasn't full yet. His eyes shifted to the other plate, where another dish awaited.
This wasn't the first ti he had seen this particular food—his owner often ate it. However, it was the first ti he could see it up close, and more importantly, eat it!
With excitent and anticipation gleaming in his eyes, he reached out, grabbing a handful of spaghetti with his fingers.
Bubba didn't know how to use a fork, so he opted to use his hands. He stared at the long, red noodles for a mont before slowly opening his mouth and placing the food inside.
The mont his tongue touched the tip of the noodles, his eyes widened as an intense flavor greeted him. It felt like swimming in hot lava, but instead of pain, he was subrged in satisfaction.
Bubba let out another cry as he continued eating the spaghetti with relish. By now, the other diners had long since noticed the animal eating on one side of the room.
So of them, having seen the monkey brought in by the owner, inford the other patrons. No one dared to make a scene.
Who would, after all? No one wanted to risk being kicked out after lining up for hours just to eat here. Even with a beast dining among them, they pretended it was nothing and continued enjoying their als.
That was how delicious the food in this restaurant was.
Once Bubba finished eating, he grabbed the two plates and ran to the kitchen. A short while later, he returned with even more plates.
The servers tried to help him, but he brushed them off with his tail.
He balanced the plates skillfully, using three of his limbs to carry them, leaving his right foot on the ground to hop back toward his seat. He even balanced a plate on his head, causing diners and workers alike to watch in amazent.
Filly, observing the scene from the second floor, couldn't help but smile bitterly.
...
A strong flapping sound reverberated through the training ground as a two-ter-tall falcon landed with a heavy thud.
Apollo jumped off its back, landing on the grassy field.
"Bluetooth, beco small," the beggar ordered. The falcon let out a heavy chirp before shrinking into a palm-sized blue bird.
A crashing sound followed as the beggar's disciple fell to the ground.
As the bird landed on his shoulder, Apollo let out a sigh. He walked over to his disciple and lifted the kid up.
Don's face was pale as a sheet, with traces of vomit still tainting the side of his mouth. His eyes had rolled back, revealing only the whites.
Seeing this, the beggar frowned.
"Hey, wake up," Apollo said, shaking the boy. "Wake up!"
But even after a minute, Don remained unconscious.
"You leave no choice," Apollo muttered. With a flash of lightning, electricity coursed through Don's small fra, causing him to shake violently.
"Argh!" Don shouted, his eyes snapping back to normal—only for him to pass out again, this ti from the shock.
The beggar frowned at the 'torture.' Still not awake, huh? He smiled coldly, raising his hand. With a resounding slap, his palm landed on Don's face, leaving a red handprint.
Apollo slapped the kid a few more tis before Don finally woke up.
"If you fall unconscious again, I'll disown you," Apollo warned coldly.
"I…" Don stamred in confusion, but seeing the stern look on his master's face, his mind raced to recall what had happened. "My apologies, Master! That will never happen again!"
"Good." Apollo let go, and Don stumbled to his feet.
Don took a deep breath, trying to ease the pain in his body and calm his mind.
The fast travel and height had overwheld him, leaving him dizzy and vomiting multiple tis midair. If not for his instinct to cling tightly to the blue falcon's feathers, he might have fallen to his death. Even while unconscious, his grip on the feathers hadn't loosened.
Don mumbled apologies to the unfortunate people his vomit had landed on.
"Where are we?" Don asked, glancing around at their surroundings.
"The training ground," Apollo replied, his gaze sweeping the area. The place was eerily empty. Usually, students from various martial schools in the city trained here, especially those not enrolled in the Three Main Cultivation Schools.
"Training ground…" Don repeated. Noticing the scarecrows, wooden weapons, and the stage in the center, his eyes lit up. The embarrassnt of his earlier behavior was instantly replaced by excitent. "Are we here to train?"
"No, we're here to wash dishes," Apollo said flatly, giving his disciple a deadpan stare. "Of course we're here to train. Go stand in front of the scarecrow and punch it as hard as you can."
Though embarrassed by his foolish question, Don nodded and quickly followed the instructions.
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