"The chicken soup's here!"
Uvogin mumbled unclearly, both his hands carrying and lifting a huge basket and bucket as he walked down.
An incredibly enticing aroma, a blend of various flavors, filled the air.
The basket in his left hand contained meat, fresh vegetables, and the fragrant aroma of refined wheat flour.
The bucket in his right hand held a rich, savory aroma of chicken broth.
The two scents combined to create a wonderful fragrance that permeated the entire room.
It tickled everyone's nostrils, their throats, and their appetites.
"Gulp."
Shalnark's throat was the first to give in, bobbing as he swallowed.
After swallowing, Shalnark felt a little embarrassed.
He wasn't yet as composed as he would later be when facing Uvogin's kisses, unable to resist and passively accepting them.
Realizing his swallowing sound was too loud, he awkwardly scratched his head.
But thankfully, if it were just him, it would've been awkward.
If someone else joined in, though…
Growl!
Franklin's stomach rumbled, echoing his hunger.
Shalnark immediately felt relieved.
Franklin, however, blushed.
"I knew everyone probably hadn't eaten breakfast yet."
Luke said with a smile. "So I made a larger portion of breakfast this time."
"That's right, that's right…"
Uvogin continued to mumble: "There's a lot to eat here…"
"You sneaky bastard, you were probably sneaking some food while carrying it, right?!"
Phinks pointed directly at Uvogin's mouth and his puffed-out cheeks.
"I didn't…"
Okay, that's it, this guy definitely stole some food.
Phinks stepped forward and grabbed the basket from Uvogin's left hand. Nobunaga didn't hesitate either and picked up the bucket of soup on his right.
Suddenly, the large, white steamed buns in the basket were revealed to everyone.
Inside the basket were big, white buns, their skins puffed up and shiny with meaty juices, some stuffed with vegetables too.
The large bucket on the other side contained fresh, golden-yellow chicken broth, glistening with oil.
"The meat buns and vegetable buns have different fillings; you can choose which one you want…"
Before Luke could finish speaking, Phinks had already grabbed a large meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Hoo, hoo, so hot!"
As he bit into it, the hot juice splattered, burning his mouth.
But even though he was grimacing and complaining about the heat, he didn't spit it out.
"So delicious!"
The savory aroma filled his entire mouth, making him unwilling to spit it out.
These weren't small steamed buns like the ones from small basket buns, but large, substantial meat buns.
Phinks's mouth could barely fit one whole, his cheeks puffed up like balloons, and his browless eyes squeezed shut from deliciousness.
With Uvogin sneaking food, Phinks diving in, Feitan, and Machi naturally followed suit.
They each took a meat bun and a vegetable bun and started eating.
Nobunaga even took the shell of a leftover black coconut fruit, using it as a bowl to scoop chicken soup.
He shook his head happily as he drank.
Slurp!
That was the sound of Nobunaga slurping his soup, and also the sound of Shalnark drooling.
"Since this is specially prepared for us…"
Sarasa licked her lips and was the first to approach without hesitation: "Then why should we be polite?!"
The lively girl grabbed a bun and stuffed it into her mouth.
Crunch.
"So delicious!"
With that first bite, her eyes lit up. The rich aroma was so intoxicating, it almost made her tongue melt away!
Immediately, she disregarded any sense of propriety or feminine grace and started devouring the steamed buns.
With Sarasa setting such a good example, everyone else began to enjoy their food.
Luke didn't say anything more.
Instead, Uvogin and Phinks kept reaching into the basket one after another.
The others couldn't resist either.
Shalnark and Franklin stepped up too.
Chrollo, being considerate, took out the steaming buns, let them cool slightly, and then handed them to Pakunoda and Sheila.
Suddenly, the only sound in the room was the chewing of everyone eating the steamed buns.
Luke was no exception; he took two meat buns and sat next to Chrollo.
"How does it taste?"
"It's fantastic!"
Chrollo ate elegantly, politely responding after swallowing both the dough and the filling.
"Did you also create this from plants, Mr. Luke?"
"Just call me Luke. Yes, just like what you saw at the church that day."
Luke replied frankly.
There was nothing to hide, especially since they would be filming together and probably eating meals together.
Naturally, questions like this would arise.
Besides, Chrollo had witnessed Luke creating food from plants that day.
"That's amazing…"
Chrollo's charming face was full of curiosity: "How did you do that?!"