Robby placed a basin of meat in front of Sally, "Sister, eat as much as you like."
"..." Sally looked at the basin of raw meat. Normally, she would never eat it, and might even feel disgusted and want to vomit. But now, her appetite was in full force, and she couldn't wait to stuff it all into her stomach.
"Sister is truly special, you look so thin, and your beast body is also small, yet you get pregnant so easily."
"Actually, I should be a bit fatter, so there are extra nutrients to nourish the child. I'm too skinny now and need to eat a lot."
"The more you eat, the more you carry."
"No, one or two is enough."
Talent is more important than quantity.
If quantity could be proportional to talent, she would of course be happy to have more. But she had asked Little Beauty, and within one pregnancy, there would only be one with high talent, not all at the same rank.
So, it would be better to have just one, as it would be less trouble to look after.
