The chef was about to go crazy because of this shameless guy, furiously pulling his hair, with several strands already falling to the ground. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he resembled the Mediterranean.
Little Taotie yawned, feeling full and a bit sleepy, her eyelids were already drooping.
The face of the short white man opposite her was becoming increasingly unpleasant, growing more impatient.
The spiritual body possessed this body just to eat, but it turned out this white person was a pauper, whose savings couldn't even afford a single full meal. He happened to see a Big Stomach King contest and signed up, hoping to use this body to have a feast, yet still, there was no hint of satiety!
He was too hungry; he had been starving for a full thousand years in the underground palace.
Finally, the underground palace had a crack, finally able to come out and have a feast, why isn't the food served yet!
