The twenty buns in that steamer, made from yellow rice rather than the fine fluffy wheat buns she ate in Huaxia, were at least half a pound each. When they were cold and hard, you could actually use one to smash someone's forehead and draw blood. They truly lived up to their weight.
People say that restaurant owners don't fear big eaters, but this meal practically wiped out half of the restaurant's food supply. Even then, it was only just "barely" satisfying!
These cursed bottomless pits! My poor, poor purse!
White Tiger, seeing her face turn dark green from anger, couldn't help but laugh heartily: "Don't make that face. Before Changtian has attained his full enlightenment, his appetite will be many times greater than mine." After all, he's just an old tiger; how could he compete with a giant snake in terms of stomach capacity?
Ning Xiaoxian ignored him.
