"Open up and eat, let yourselves have a feast today," Mu Rufeng said.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Thanks, Brother Feng."
A chorus of gratitude came from the Contract Demons.
Only Ma Qiu stood aside, chattering away with Chi Ling.
Well, Ma Qiu can't eat anyway—oh wait, he's probably still eating/refining soul banknotes, which counts as eating, I guess.
Mu Rufeng did the same as before, opening his mouth and inhaling, drawing a whirlwind of food into his mouth.
The bottom layer, the one on the table, Mu Rufeng didn't touch.
That was for Wulan, Little Ying, and the others to eat.
After Mu Rufeng finished the food floating mid-air, the empty bottles disappeared without a trace.
Just like Mu Rufeng had done before.
Then, Mu Rufeng served another round of food, still a hundred full servings.
Mu Rufeng opened his mouth and inhaled again, everything was swallowed into his mouth.
