By mealtime on the eighth day of the Dreamscape, Jiang Qiao was hungry.
Although she wanted her stomach to hold out a little longer, it declared, I'm hungry. What are you going to do about it?
Then split up with me!
Feed me peanuts!
The lamb tripe soup stall next door is still short on staff. If you've got the guts, send me over there!
After arguing with her own stomach, Jiang Qiao rubbed her faintly aching temples, feeling that her sanity was beyond saving.
She was actually arguing with her stomach.
With a sigh, Jiang Qiao looked around, found victims in much the same state as herself, and shuffled toward the Little Kitchen next door with lifeless steps.
The blessings of Fire Virtue Star Lord and Water Virtue Star Lord were good, but they consumed too much blood and vitality.
With the two Star Lords' support, they had inspiration and energy, but they also got hungry far too easily.
After learning that the Little Kitchen was next door, Jiang Qiao and Feng Le had enthusiastically told their new coworkers how extensive the menu was, how fresh the ingredients were, and how delicious everything tasted. You people who had never eaten anything good were in for a treat.
But after tasting it, Jiang Qiao wanted to tear apart her former self.
Especially when she saw the new coworkers, restrained by divine arts, looking at her as if they had just been tricked into getting an invasive exam, the guilt in Jiang Qiao's heart surged like an unstoppable river.
But what could I do?
I didn't know either!
Although every meal left her brimming with energy for a long time, eating itself felt like torture. She felt that she would die over a bowl of food sooner or later.
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