I'm Not Hungry

A child had split five bricks with his bare hand.

To ordinary people, that was already an incredible feat.

The onlookers cheered loudly and prepared to step forward with some spare change, only to see a young man push through the crowd and place a thick envelope into the biscuit tin.

For a moment, the envelope drew quite a bit of attention.

If there was money inside that envelope, there had to be at least two or three hundred thousand.

The crowd looked on in astonishment.

In front of the biscuit tin, Moyu looked at the embarrassed Killua and teased, "It's a shame we had to get acquainted again this way. Still, your brick-splitting skills aren't bad."

Without waiting for Killua's reaction, Moyu turned and returned to Menchi's side.

"Let's go eat."

Moyu looked toward the street in the distance, where there was a bustling restaurant.

"Mm."

As Menchi stepped after Moyu, she glanced back at the little boy, who seemed somewhat at a loss, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Master, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

Menchi withdrew her gaze and asked expectantly.

Whenever she was in front of Moyu, she reined in her fiery, uninhibited nature.

Moyu pointed ahead and smiled. "That restaurant up ahead looks pretty good. Let's check it out."

"Mm, I'll listen to Master."

Menchi clasped her hands behind her back, her face brimming with a smile.

Among the crowd.

Killua listened to their laughter and conversation gradually fade into the distance, and the heat rushing to his face slowly subsided.

Then his stomach suddenly let out a series of growls.

"Damn it, I don't want your money!"

Ignoring the astonished looks around him, Killua bent down, picked up the thick envelope, and raised a foot to chase after Moyu.

But