"This overwhelming-with-sadness food…"
In the restaurant hall, the huge Food Immortal sat on a thick stone block. His slender hand could
reach any corner of the table and when eating, his arm could sweep across like a long whip. But
now, his two stout arms were carefully holding a porcelain bowl, motionless.
The Food Immortal's expression was serious, staring at the bowl in his hands while his mouth
muttering strange syllables and his throat swallowing down his own saliva...
