"You guys eat."
This place was strange. Song qingxiao had long since stopped needing food, and even if she needed to eat, she would not eat these things easily.
As soon as she finished speaking, the few of them each grabbed a bowl of meat soup in an extremely fierce manner and gulped it down.
They seemed to have been hungry for many years, and they drank it quickly and urgently.
However, the woman holding the cat, after drinking a few mouthfuls, finally seemed to remember something. She forced herself to stop drinking the soup and released the White cat hidden in her arms, leaving the remaining half of the soup for it to feed.
"Eat, eat."
She patted the White cat's head and coaxed it gently.
As she spoke, her stomach was growling in protest.
The cat let out an 'awoo' sound and lowered its head to lick the food.
Not long after, they had all finished their food. The girls and the cat even licked the bowl clean, as if they had eaten some peerless delicacy.
