"So full!"
Wyatt Barnes belched at his satiety, laying back casually with crossed legs and gazing up at the night sky.
Clusters of stars shimmered dazzlingly, stealing the show.
"Mustafa, I've finished off three pieces of meat already, and you're not even halfway through one... Learn from me, eat like a man!"
Westyn Morgan sneered.
"Westyn, you're just devouring everything like a raging bull."
Remi Sinclair laughed.
"Go away! Didn't you see Wyatt Barnes ate faster than me."
Westyn Morgan spoke discontentedly.
"Westyn, you rascal, dragging me into this,"
Wyatt Barnes laughed and scolded.
His eating speed was simply a habit from his past life when he was a mercenary, sometimes with barely enough time for meals in between tasks and had to wolf down his food...
Luckily, his digestion was super strong, without leaving any ill-effects.
