Munchlax's stomach was not as powerful as Snorlax's, capable of digesting even toxins, but it was still a stomach of iron.
Taste did not matter to them at all, since Munchlax generally swallowed their food whole. They would even gobble up scraps sent to composting plants.
Munchlax also had a habit of tucking food beneath their fur to carry it away. Since they were always on the hunt for food, they sometimes forgot about those hidden morsels, which eventually rotted.
Captured Munchlax that received proper care were fine, but wild ones often gave off a rotten stench. As for the Munchlax working here clearing tables...
League regulations allowed it, the owners were delighted, and the Munchlax themselves were perfectly content. After all, people generally did not ruin food on purpose, and they were quite happy eating leftovers.
Having full bellies every day was the greatest joy for their species.
Occasionally, though, some diners were unhappy, believing the establishment was mistreating the Munchlax. They would file reports now and then, yet had no desire to cover the Munchlax's living expenses themselves.
Perhaps, in those people's eyes, Munchlax were much better off surviving in the wild.
Still, those few complaints did not affect the teahouse's normal operations, and the Munchlax continued living there as always.
Fresh ingredients that went unsold were also given straight to the Munchlax, which, in a sense, ensured the freshness of the food served there.
When clearing Xin Mu's table, however, the Munchlax was utterly baffled, even wondering whether the kitchen had forgotten to serve this table.
For some reason, the plates were unusually clean, as though another Snorlax had already licked them all.
To Munchlax, clearing tables was like collecting tips. Customers with tiny appetites and greedy mouths, who ordered a whole table of food but barely