Richard had once said that the next time Galacta returned, he would prepare a grand feast to welcome her home.
Although things had not turned out quite as he had imagined, Richard still decided to keep his promise.
He flew everyone from the manor to Skull Island and arranged the biggest party they had ever held.
The finest celebrity chefs from around the world had been invited to the island specifically to cook. Everyone ate outside while the chefs worked inside, and the over thirty-meter-long table was packed with all manner of exquisite dishes.
This was an entertainment party centered around eating. From the moment the food was served, almost no one's mouth stopped moving—yes, everyone present, not just Galacta. Faced with an entire long table of tempting food, the girls seemed to unanimously decide to put aside their ladylike manners for the day and satisfy their tongues and stomachs first.
As for Galacta, there was even less need to mention her. As long as there was good food, she had never worried about her image. Her mouth was literally stuffed full the entire time, and even when someone spoke to her, her replies came out muffled.
Jessica held a lobster claw in one hand, chatting with Gwen beside her about cosmetics as she ate. But after only a few sentences, she lost interest.
That was only to be expected. When a little reporter earning only a few thousand a month, whose entire year's bonus had been deducted, talked daily necessities with a celebrity young rich girl worth over a hundred million, she would naturally soon find it boring.
Wanda and Pietro happily chatted with Coulson's small team, who had been invited over. Judging by their topic of conversation, they could be called the "fanboy group," since they were basically