I didn't think much of it then, but now that I've been reminded...
I'm actually a bit hungry.
"Then let's have breakfast first."
Moge noticed Shanark and the others' reactions and smiled warmly.
"Ah, no need…"
Sarasa subconsciously tried to refuse.
But when she turned her head, she saw that Chrollo and the others had no reaction.
"No need to refuse."
Moge smiled and had Uvogin go upstairs to fetch food: "As I said, since we're filming together, logistics must be well-guaranteed."
Logistics? Is this logistics? Has it already started?
Several of them pondered the meaning of Moge's words, and Shila gently said, "Actually, we're not…"
She wanted to clarify that they were all just working together for filming, putting their hearts into doing it well.
It wasn't about any logistical support like food.
However…
Her words stopped there, unable to continue.
Because…
"Chicken soup's here!!"
"Chicken soup's here!!!"
Uvogin mumbled as he came down, carrying two huge baskets and buckets in his hands.
An incredibly enticing aroma mixed with other subtle scents filled the room.
In the basket on his left, there was the fragrant smell of large pieces of meat with fresh vegetables, mingled with the aroma of fine wheat flour.
In the bucket on his right, the rich, savory smell of simmered chicken soup radiated.
The two scents blended, creating a wonderful aroma that filled the entire room.
It teased the noses, throats, and appetites of everyone present…
"Gulp."
Shanark's throat failed first, bobbing as he swallowed audibly.
Afterward, he felt embarrassed.
At this point, he hadn't yet reached the composure he would later have when faced with Uvogin's kisses—then, he could only passively accept.
Realizing his swallowing was too loud, he awkwardly rubbed his head.
But fortunately, if it were just him, it would remain a personal embarrassment.
If there were others…
"Grrrrumble"
Franklin's stomach next to him rumbled in hunger.
Shanark immediately relaxed.
Franklin's old face, however, flushed.
"I knew everyone probably hadn't had breakfast yet."
Moge smiled understandingly: "So this time, I made a larger portion of breakfast."
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm…"
Uvogin mumbled, "There's lots to eat here…"
"You were secretly eating while carrying it, weren't you?!!"
Phinks aimed at Uvogin's bulging cheeks.
"I wasn't, no…"
Confirmed—this guy definitely snuck a bite.
Phinks immediately stepped forward and snatched the basket from Uvogin's left hand.
Nobunaga wasn't polite either, taking the bucket of soup from Uvogin's right hand.
Immediately, white, large steamed buns appeared before everyone.
The orange-red meat, plumped by gravy, and green vegetables contrasted perfectly.
In the large bucket on the other side, fresh chicken soup glistened with a shiny yellow-white hue.
"Meat buns and vegetable buns—the fillings differ. See which one you want…"
Before Moge could finish, Phinks grabbed a large meat bun with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Hoo, hoo, hot, so hot!!"
Scalding meat juice spurted out as he bit, burning his mouth.
Even grimacing, he stubbornly refused to spit it out.
"So delicious!!"
The aroma filled his mouth, making him unwilling to spit.
These weren't small buns like Hangzhou soup dumplings but genuinely large ones.
Phinks' mouth could barely contain one; it was his limit.
His cheeks bulged, and his eyebrow-less eyes squinted into lines of delight.
Uvogin had secretly eaten, Phinks had claimed his share, so Feitan and Machi followed suit.
Each grabbed a meat bun and a vegetable bun and began eating.
Nobunaga even found a leftover black coconut shell from before to use as a bowl and scooped chicken soup, shaking his head while drinking.
Slurp!
Both Nobunaga slurping soup and Shanark nearly drooling filled the room.
"Since it's specifically for us…"
Sarasa licked her lips and stepped forward without ceremony:
"Then what's there to be polite about!!"
She walked over, picked a bun, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Crunch.
"So fragrant!!"
With one bite, her eyes lit up.
The rich aroma nearly made her tongue disappear in sheer deliciousness!!
Immediately, she disregarded maidenly reserve and devoured the bun.
With Sarasa setting the example, Moge did nothing else; Uvogin and Phinks continued reaching into the basket.
Others could no longer hold back.
Shanark and Franklin stepped forward.
Chrollo thoughtfully cooled the buns slightly before handing them to Pakunoda and Shila.
The room soon filled only with the sounds of chewing.
Moge, of course, was no exception; he took two meat buns and sat beside Chrollo.
"How does it taste?"
"It's excellent."
Chrollo ate gracefully, responding politely only after swallowing.
"Did you conjure this from plants, Mr. Moge?"
"Just call me Moge, like that day at the church."
He answered openly.
Nothing needed to be hidden, especially since they'd be eating together during filming.
Naturally, such questions were unavoidable.
That day, Chrollo had seen Moge conjure food.
"It's truly magical…"
Chrollo's delicate young face brimmed with curiosity: "How do you do that!?"
His eyes reflected a thirst for knowledge.
Witnessing Moge's magical methods at the church shattered his perception of the world.
This curiosity lingered in Chrollo's heart.
One reason he agreed to Moge's cooperation was to unravel this mystery.
"This one, ah…"
Moge looked Chrollo over, lips curling slightly: "You'll understand when you grow up."