After a long time, the sound of moving bowls and chopsticks gradually ceased. Jiang Li turned around and saw that the entire table of dishes and wine had been completely consumed.
At the eight directions of the Eight Immortals Table, eight tiny shadows had unknowingly sat down.
They raised their heads and tilted their heads, either lying down or sitting down. They actually ate and drank their fill before the table and slept soundly.
"Everyone, are you satisfied with your food?"
It was as if Jiang Li could not smell the stench. He walked forward and gently patted the table.
However, the eight figures sitting on the chairs were all drunk and did not hear him at all.
It was not until Jiang Li slapped the table a few more times that the eight of them woke up in a daze.
Squeak!
When the eight of them woke up and saw Jiang Li beside them, they let out a strange cry and immediately tried to escape.
