After finishing the record, Richard looked up at Bi Bi and let out a breath. "All right, you can be considered successfully detached now. But in your current state, are you sure you can eat?"
"How could I not eat? You underestimate me too much!" Bi Bi said proudly, turning the back of her head toward Richard. "Watch me show you."
As she spoke, she stuck out her tongue and touched the bread beside her face.
"Squeak, squeak—bang!"
The bread was pushed by Bi Bi's tongue, knocking over a nearby glass bottle. The bottle tipped over, and the wine inside quickly spilled out.
"Slurp, slurp..."
Bi Bi rapidly tried to lick it up, but came up empty. Her tongue was still a little too short, and the bread was incredibly absorbent, like a sponge, soaking up every drop of the spilled wine.
Bi Bi froze for a moment, but she did not give up. Opening her mouth, she began gnawing on the wine-soaked bread, eating and drinking at the same time.
Even as she ate and drank, she did not forget to boast to Richard. "See? I have no problem eating now."
Richard was left speechless, truly not knowing what to say. He sighed helplessly. "I'll give you that."
"Hmph, hmph, as long as you know. Munch, munch." Bi Bi kept eating without pause.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the garden. One of the subordinates walked in and, seeing Bi Bi's lone head on the table wildly devouring bread, his eyes widened in shock. He felt as if his sanity had been contaminated.
Was this world really this insane? Just then, Richard noticed him and asked, "What is it?"
"Uh, sir." The man came to his senses, pulled his gaze away from Bi Bi's head, and turned to report to