Thus, Xu Xiao stepped forward one pace at a time, forcing a smile to remain on her face.
Until she reached the shack where the young and middle-aged Palu were gathered, the moment she saw the food on the crude wooden tables had long since been completely devoured, the facade on her face finally showed signs of crumbling.
"It's God's Chosen One Xu Xiao!"
"Lady Xu Xiao is here!"
"My lady, you've come!"
The young and middle-aged Palu rose from their seats one after another, somewhat clumsily lifting their bowls of wine.
It seemed they were preparing to offer Xu Xiao a toast.
Because of his brother Valken, the Palu Minotaur Varlon was the most familiar with Xu Xiao. At that moment, he naturally stepped forward as the group's representative.
Just as he was about to speak, he noticed in the next second that Xu Xiao's expression had turned grave, her gaze constantly sweeping over the tables that had already been emptied.
Varlon immediately understood and smiled awkwardly.
"Sorry to make you see this, my lady."
"These brats are impatient. They've always eaten rather quickly..."
"I'll have someone get more food. You must eat your fill." Xu Xiao put down the rice ball and prepared to leave the shack.
But she was quickly stopped by the young Palu.
"No need, my lady. We're already very full." As their representative, Varlon slightly raised his wine bowl.
"And besides, don't we still have wine?"
"That's right, that's right, we still have wine!" The young Palu echoed in unison, their eyes shining and smiles sincere.
"In the past, only slave owners could enjoy something this good."
"Now, thanks to Lady Xu Xiao, serfs like us get to have a taste too."
At this point, Varlon held up his wine bowl with both hands