Qin Yuji was woken by hunger.
When the sound of her stomach growling woke her up, the scent of beef fried rice wafted to her nose; instantly, Qin Yuji's stomach growled even louder.
Upon opening her eyes, the day was bright, the room was bathed in brilliant sunlight, and the man beside her, wrapped only in a large bath towel, was holding a plate of steaming rice.
The coffee-colored beef chunks, red ham and carrots, and green bell peppers made for a colorful array that, along with the fragrant aroma, nearly made Qin Yuji drool.
"But, but I haven't washed up yet..."
Looking at the bathroom, then at the beef fried rice, Qin Yuji struggled for a long while before gritting her teeth: Forget about shame, starving to death is a bigger problem, I'll fill my stomach first.
Sitting up to take the plate and spoon Chi Jingxuan handed her, Qin Yuji began to eat in big mouthfuls.
As she ate, she loudly praised the food, thinking even immortals couldn't do better.
