Lu Ao lowered his head and looked at the hand on his stomach, his eyes full of curiosity.
When Song Zhou moved his hand away, he casually stroked Lu Ao's face.
His stomach was fine, still flat and lean, with no sign of bulging.
He should be able to keep eating.
Song Zhou continued feeding him.
Since Lu Ao was holding his right hand, he could only use his left to pick up meat for him.
After picking it up, he roasted it.
The flames of the bonfire were not hot enough. Before the meat at the back could finish cooking, Lu Ao had already finished what was on his side.
Song Zhou looked at him and simply placed the chunks of meat on a plate, using his own ability to roast them directly.
With a sweep of his hand over the meat, it was done.
The roasted meat was crisp and charred on the outside, tender and juicy within—faster and more perfect than anything roasted over ordinary flames.
You Li watched from the side, dumbfounded. Convenient as this method was, it consumed a great deal of power. Everyone else used it for combat; he had never seen anyone use such a skill specifically for roasting meat. What a waste!
The bonfire was right there, and he was available as hired help. What was wrong with waiting a little?
Was there really any need to use magic personally?
Song Zhou paid no attention to what he thought and merely roasted piece after piece of meat for Lu Ao.
As he fed him, Song Zhou occasionally touched Lu Ao's stomach to judge whether he was full.
Lu Ao had already eaten himself dizzy. He had never eaten so much food containing spiritual energy in one sitting before.
The food made him