Soon enough, the barmaid arrived with an extravagant spread of food—roasted beef and pork, creamy mashed potatoes, and hearty loaves of bread. The delectable aroma wafting from the dishes caused Michael's mouth to water, nearly drooling in anticipation.
Without any semblance of grace or courtesy, he immediately dug in, devouring the food with a voracity that could rival that of a famished dog. In one hand, he clutched a drumstick, while the other shoveled mouthfuls of mashed potatoes into his eager mouth.
Xiao Qing watched in horror as the young man shamelessly gorged himself on the food before her. His table manners were nonexistent, his sole focus on filling his stomach. "I suppose all young men have hearty appetites," she mused inwardly, attempting to process the perplexing situation unfolding before her.
