Dinner time.
Floey had prepared a lavish meal for everyone.
As the star of the meal, Maggie also received the treatment she deserved—that was a large bowl of chilled marinated beef. It was an authentic Chinese recipe, full of flavor and aroma, which Floey had mastered perfectly, immensely delighting Maggie to the point of exclaiming it was a creation of grandeur.
Watching Maggie with her mouth gleaming with oil and muttering endlessly, Chen Lun started sweating from his forehead.
It wasn't until she blurted out praises like "Hail the Holy Tree, grateful for the gift of beef," and "If Lady Holy Tree also were to taste such delicacies, she would probably become sisters with Floey," that Chen Lun hastily interrupted her.
"If it's delicious, eat more, but please stop talking."
"Okay, Leader, you all should try it too, it's really delicious!"
Maggie chuckled.
Chen Lun silently wiped his sweat.
