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By the time Chen Xiaojun and his companions returned to the Duke's Mansion, it was already late.
With their stomachs empty, they simply set up a table in the courtyard of Chen Xiaojun's Sword Comes Pavilion.
Zhu Wuneng was so hungry his belly was practically stuck to his backbone. Throwing all restraint aside, he dug in, sweeping through the food like a gale scattering clouds.
When he finally set down his chopsticks in satisfaction, his belly was round and full, and he was almost ready to slump against the back of his chair and groan.
He patted his bulging belly contentedly, smacked his lips, then muttered with a hint of regret, "Mm... it's good, sure, but somehow... this spread doesn't smell as delicious as those signature dishes the kitchen made before. Feels like something's missing."
Chen Shurui was sipping his soup. He rolled his eyes and snapped, "Obviously! Most of the kitchen staff were temporarily reassigned to help over at Iron Jaw Fortress. Besides, they already prepared several tables for our senior schoolmates over at Sister Shu Yao's place in Five Mountains. You're lucky they managed to put together a hot meal for you at all, and you're still complaining!"
Chen Bin said coldly, "Then why did you eat so much? More than half of it went into your belly!"
Rubbing his stomach, Zhu Wuneng protested with perfect self-righteousness, "I was hungry! And honestly, Aunt Si should've offered us something to tide us over before we came back."
Chen Shurui nearly laughed in exasperation as he looked at the pile of empty plates before Zhu Wuneng. "Invite the runners-up to stay for dinner? Wuneng, did your Nine-Toothed Rake pound your brains flat? Have you ever seen anyone insist that guests from the runner-up's