Mag was really taken aback. While the Yangzhou fried rice was good, one plate's volume was not small. Two plates were more than enough even for those who could eat a lot. Maybe dwarves were built with a larger stomach?
Mag had his doubts, but didn't show anything on his face. He nodded. "Okay, please wait a moment." He picked up the empty plate from the table and went into the kitchen.
Mobai was eating the fried rice, one spoonful after another, with his head lowered. The more he ate, the happier he felt. He hadn't expected that such delicious food would have a better recovery effect than the middle-grade potion. At this rate, he felt that maybe it could even restore his condition to his prime and that he could work another dozens of years.
"Wow, dwarf grandpa, you're amazing. You could eat three plates!" Amy opened her mouth slightly and looked at Mobai with some envy and adoration.
