In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the villa's living room, spreading warm golden patches across the floor.
Xia Yuan was still in Saber form, her long golden hair flowing with a honey-like sheen in the morning light.
She sat upright before the dining table. Five empty bowls had already been stacked in front of her, while the sixth bowl of spiritual rice porridge was disappearing at a visible pace.
"Master, these are freshly made spirit beast meat buns, made with premium snowfield yak tenderloin."
Joy Maid emerged from the kitchen carrying a steamer basket, her face wearing a standard professional smile.
Yet there was a trace of fanaticism in her eyes. She loved watching her master eat the most.
It felt like feeding an adorable little animal—impossible to stop once she started.
Xia Yuan gave a soft "Mm." Her chopsticks darted out like lightning, and with one pick and one motion, a fist-sized bun vanished into her mouth.
She chewed a few times, swallowed, then grabbed another one.
Mo Shiyu sat opposite her with a cup of hot milk in hand. Watching Xia Yuan eat with an appetite worthy of Taotie, the corners of her mouth twitched.
"Xia Yuan, you've already eaten fifteen buns, six bowls of porridge, and three plates of side dishes this morning..."
"Replenishing spiritual power. It's necessary." Xia Yuan did not even raise her head, her tone utterly matter-of-fact.
Mo Shiyu could not help complaining, "You've eaten so much. No matter how much you consumed, shouldn't you have replenished it by now?"
"Not enough. Far from enough." Xia Yuan answered briefly, her chopsticks picking up another bun.
Mo Shiyu: "..."
Fine. She was used to it by now.
Ever since Xia Yuan unlocked Saber form, her appetite had been like floodwaters