That night, Lin Nuo returned home with Tang Wuling. Knowing he would be coming over for dinner, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue had already prepared a lavish feast.
Tang Ziran and Lang Yue warmly welcomed Lin Nuo into their home. "Little Nuo, just treat Uncle and Auntie's home as your own from now on. No need to be so formal."
They remembered that this young master had given their daughter a Soul Spirit—a century-old Soul Spirit, no less. A favor like that was impossible for an ordinary family like theirs to repay. The two of them were even considering returning to their old professions.
Lin Nuo nodded, sat down beside Tang Wuling, picked up his utensils, and joined them for dinner.
It had to be said that Tang Wuling's eating speed and appetite were truly astonishing—"terrifying" would not have been an exaggeration.
Her chopsticks flashed through the air, her movements swift and precise. Before she had fully swallowed one bite, she had already picked up the next. In no time at all, a small mountain of empty plates had piled up before her, making Lin Nuo unconsciously slow his chewing.
Before long, every bit of food on the table had been wiped clean.
Tang Ziran and Lang Yue smiled knowingly at the sight. Their little princess had always eaten this much, yet she never gained weight. It really was enviable.
"Little Nuo, why don't you stay over at Uncle's house tonight?" Tang Ziran invited.
Lin Nuo considered it for a few seconds. Noticing the faintly expectant look in Tang Wuling's eyes beside him, he deliberately turned to look at her. Like a little animal caught red-handed, she stiffened abruptly and quickly looked away, though the tips of her ears quietly turned a light pink.
Not long after, Tang Wuling cautiously