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 ti.
What she enjoyed while reading, what she savored during competitions, and even during her practical training, she never forgot to partake…
Upon concluding her period of seclusion, her first act upon erging was to seek sustenance with an impassive countenance…
Mo Lian couldn't help but secretly chuckle. She expertly sectioned the oranges into slices and presented them to Her Ladyship Qiaoqiao.
Her Ladyship 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 Ladyship Qiaoqiao glanced sidelong at Qi Xuanxuan's bemused visage and retrieved an orange from her inner world, offering it to her.
The two of them comnced 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 lon seeds…
Duan Yue, Duanmu Qing, and the others seated in front of them couldn't 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, "Prepare the table!"
Those two words had a significant impact and elicited quiet chuckles from those who heard them.
Despite His Excellency Holy Son's cultivation having reached the venerable spirit realm, he had grown accustod to eating a ager two taels of grain daily throughout the year. In reality, he also had a penchant for food.
When he wasn't in seclusion, he would enjoy a daily feast.
Given the cramped space 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 deanor as they silently observed His Excellency and indulged in their al at a leisurely pace.
Her Ladyship Qiaoqiao glimpsed at this scene and discreetly set aside a stack of snacks. She withdrew her all-purpose food box from her inner world's 500-ter space 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 assist in carrying them…
Her Ladyship Qiaoqiao embarked on her al with her customary stoic deanor!
Qi Xuanxuan's lips quivered. She took a bite of rice and nearly erupted in laughter.
Little Fatty swiftly covered her mouth and implored, "Don't spit it out, we still have to finish our al!"
Mo Lian was nearly driven to laughter by the enigmatic grin on the young stoic's 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 at.
The cold duck at appeared aged and desiccated, prompting an imdiate impulse to discard it!
A sharp "crack" punctuated the air as the Holy Son's outburst snapped the chopsticks in her grasp.
Eldest Young Sir Qin, seated behind the Holy Son, couldn't help but release a weary sigh and massage his temples.
Why did he feel an urge to smile?
"How much spirit currency for it?" 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?
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