Because He Wenyu was so happy, he made a lot of delicious food, and the dwarf tribe enjoyed a lively feast with drinks.
And Tantan, under the pampering of He Wenyu, ate more delicious food than the dwarf tribe, since rare things can't be shared with everyone.
Meanwhile, the Seventh Elder was hugging a gourd of wine, which He Wenyu specially prepared, because...Elder Huozi was so stingy that everyone only got one cup of wine at the feast. How could this be worthy of the Seventh Elder who crafted a weapon that satisfied her?
He Wenyu's action made all the dwarves green with envy, jealousy, and hatred, but there was nothing they could do about it. After all, it wasn't them.
And the Seventh Elder's side dishes were as many as four, while others could only watch, unable to eat, and had to eat more meat to soothe their lonely hearts...
Luo Qianqian looked at Di Jun, who was silently eating meat on one side, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? You seem a bit listless?"
