Master Inventor Starts as a Hunter x Hunter

He hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now that it was brought up...

He really was a bit hungry.

"Then let's have breakfast first."

Mog, having taken in the reactions of Shalnark and the others, smiled and called out.

"Ah, no need..."

Sarasa instinctively started to refuse.

But when he turned his head, he saw that Chrollo and the others weren't reacting at all.

"No need to refuse."

Mog smiled and arranged for Uvogin to go upstairs and get the food. "Like I said, since we're filming together, then logistics like this definitely need to be taken care of."

Logistics? This was logistics? Had it already started?

The group pondered the meaning of Mog's words, and Shira gently spoke up: "Actually, we're not..."

She wanted to say that they were all just working together for the sake of the shoot, putting in their best effort to make it happen.

It wasn't about seeking out food or anything like that for logistics.

But...

Her words trailed off there, unable to continue.

Because...

"The chicken soup is here~!!!"

Chapter 046: Then What Do We Have to Be Polite About~!!

"The chicken soup is here~!!!"

Uvogin's voice was muffled as he came down, holding a huge basket in one hand and a large bucket in the other.

An incredibly tempting aroma, a mix of various scents.

In the basket on his left was the fragrance of large chunks of meat mixed with fresh vegetables, along with the scent of white bread made from refined wheat.

In the bucket on his right was the rich, fresh aroma of simmered chicken broth.

The two scents mingled together, forming a wonderful smell that filled the entire room.

It kept teasing the noses, the throats, the appetites of everyone present...

"Gulp."

Shalnark's throat was the first to fail the test, rolling visibly.

The sound of him swallowing his saliva was unmistakable.

And after swallowing, Shalnark felt a bit embarrassed.

He hadn't yet reached the level of composure he'd later have, where he could only passively accept Uvogin's kisses without being able to resist.

Sensing that his swallow had been too loud, he couldn't help but rub his head sheepishly.

But fortunately, if it were just one person, it would indeed be his own awkwardness.

But if there were others...

"Grrrrr..."

The stomach of Franklin beside him also rumbled with a craving for food.

Shalnark immediately stopped being nervous.

Instead, it was Franklin who blushed.

"I figured everyone probably hadn't eaten breakfast yet~"

Mog said with an understanding smile. "So this time, I made a bit more than usual."

"Tha's righ', tha's righ'..."

Uvogin continued to mumble indistinctly, "Dere's a lot 'o food here..."

"You bastard, you were sneaking bites while carrying it, weren't you?!!"

Feitan zeroed in on Uvogin's mouth and his bulging cheeks.

"I did' not..."

Well, that was confirmed. The guy had definitely been sneaking food.

Feitan stepped forward and snatched the basket from Uvogin's left hand.

Nobunaga didn't hold back either, taking the bucket of soup from his right hand.

And there, in the basket, were large white buns, presented before everyone.

Their skins were swollen, soaked with meat juice, showing a meaty orange color, mixed with some green from the vegetables.

And in the large bucket on the other side was fresh chicken soup, glistening with oil, a bright yellow-white sheen.

"Meat buns and veggie buns—different fillings inside. It depends on which one you want to eat..."

Before Mog could even finish his sentence, Phinks, without any sense of formality, directly grabbed a big meat bun with one hand and shoved it into his mouth.

"Whoo, whoo, hot, so hot~!!"

As he bit down, the scalding hot meat juice burst out, burning his mouth.

But even as he grimaced and yelled about the heat, he stubbornly refused to spit it out.

"So fragrant~!!"

The oily, rich aroma flooded his entire mouth, making him unwilling to spit it out no matter what.

These weren't the tiny little buns like those from a steamer basket of Hangzhou soup dumplings; they were solid, hefty meat buns.

Phinks's mouth could only manage to fit one, and that was already his limit.

Even so, his cheeks were bulging, and his browless eyes were squinted into slits from the sheer deliciousness.

Uvogin had snuck a bite, and Phinks had joined in, so Feitan and Machi didn't hold back either.

Each of them took one meat bun and one veggie bun, starting to eat right there.

Nobunaga even found the leftover lid of a black coconut fruit from earlier, using it as a bowl to scoop up some chicken soup.

There he was, shaking his head and slurping it down.

Slurp~!

That was the sound of Nobunaga sucking down the soup, and also the sound of Shalnark nearly drooling.

"Since it's specially prepared to entertain us..."

Sarasa licked her lips and, being the first to not stand on ceremony, stepped forward:

"Then why should we be polite~!!"

Lively as she was, she walked over first, grabbed a bun, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Crunch.

"So good~!!"

With one bite, her eyes immediately sparkled.

The intense fragrance was enough to make her tongue feel like it was melting away!!

Right then, she abandoned all pretense of girlish reserve and grace, wolfing down the bun with reckless abandon.

With Sarasa setting such a fine example, eating so happily, Mog made no move to stop them. Instead, Uvogin and Phinks kept reaching their hands into the basket one after another.

The others couldn't hold back any longer.

Shalnark and Franklin immediately stepped forward.

Chrollo, being considerate, took out the steaming hot buns, let them cool slightly, and then handed them to Pakunoda and Shira.

In no time, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of chewing as everyone ate their buns.

Mog was no exception; he grabbed two meat buns and sat down beside Chrollo.

"How does it taste?"

"Excellent."

Chrollo ate very gracefully, swallowing the skin and filling in his mouth before replying politely.

"Did you conjure these from plants too, Mr. Mog?"

"Just call me Mog. Yeah, just like that day at the church, the way you saw it."

Mog said this openly and frankly.

There was nothing he couldn't talk about, especially since they'd be filming together from now on, and meals like this would be shared by everyone.

It was inevitable that such questions would come up.

Besides, that day, Chrollo had witnessed with his own eyes how Mog conjured the food.

"How amazing..."

Chrollo's delicate, handsome face was filled with curiosity: "How is this done!?"

Chapter 047: I'm Not Even Qualified to Understand This Power Yet

Chrollo's clear eyes were brimming with a thirst for knowledge.

Ever since he had seen Mog's miraculous methods at the church that day, shattering his understanding of this world, that curiosity had lingered in Chrollo's heart.

One of the main reasons he had agreed to cooperate with Mog was to resolve this doubt in his mind.

"This one~~~"

Mog looked Chrollo up and down, then the corner of his mouth lifted: "You'll know when you grow up."