"Burp!"
Watching Tang Wulin burp after eating his fill, while Ji Fengyu and Lan Xuanyu looked utterly satisfied, Zhuo Shi's mouth twitched violently.
What kind of monsters were these three?
There had been more than fifty black buns in that basket—enough to last him half a year!
One had to know, for ordinary students, eating one or two would already count as having a big appetite...
"Good! Very good!"
Yet after his brief speechlessness, Zhuo Shi was delighted.
Being able to eat was a blessing. A large appetite meant abundant Bloodline Power—weren't they precisely the perfect inheritors of his legacy?
"!"
Tang Wulin jumped at Zhuo Shi's sudden praise and used the Ascending Dragon Pillar's squad voice chat to communicate.
"Brother Ji, what's going on with Great-Grandmaster?"
"Why is he making such a fuss over a meal?"
"Could it be that we ate too much and upset the old man?"
Tang Wulin felt uneasy. He had a good appetite but wasn't picky. He could tell that the black buns did not taste good, yet they were highly nutritious, great tonics that could practically be called heavenly treasures.
Had the three of them gone too far by clearing out all the black buns?
"Probably not? Great-Grandmaster said he'd give us whatever we wanted."
Ji Fengyu played dumb.
"You ate like a dead pig and didn't even leave any soup behind. It'd be strange if the old man were happy."
Gu Yue rolled her eyes and kicked him while he was down.
This time, Tang Wulin was in the wrong and did not argue back.
He had originally held himself back, but Old Tang had told him that these big black buns were good stuff and urged him to eat more. Before he knew it, he had eaten them all.
Old Tang