By the time their family had eagerly lapped up the last drops of soup from their plates, they each rubbed their bellies and sighed contentedly, one by one.
Fan Qing's eyes shone as he looked at Sikou Yao, "Goddess Yaoyao, the amazing dishes you have created are truly the delicacies of the Mortal World—they are incredibly delicious! I feel like the past twenty or so years have been lived in vain."
Fan Yu also gazed at Sikou Yao, sighing as he spoke, "Goddess Yaoyao, after tasting your superb cooking, how will I ever be able to drink nutrient fluid again? Wuu wuu wuu, without your delicacies, I'm afraid I might not survive..."
General Fan Si avidly looked at Sikou Yao, once again pleading with her, "Goddess Yaoyao, please stay with us. No matter what conditions you put forth, we will agree to them."
Finally, Planet Chief Fan Jinhao spoke to her with a face full of earnest sincerity, "Miss Sikou, we implore you with the utmost sincerity to stay!"
