Chen Qi and Lu Zheng wore disheartened expressions as they observed the little monk happily slurping down his meal.
They mechanically ate their food without savoring it and forcibly shoved pieces of roasted rabbit leg into their mouths.
Their expressions changed dramatically after a single bite. They summoned every ounce of their strength and cosmic courage to forcibly… swallow the charred rabbit meat!
"How does it taste?" Qiao Mu inquired with a straight face, her tone unyielding.
"I-I'm alright."
Goodness gracious! Even during their years of exile in Northwatch Valley, when they had to consume nutritional pills mixed with rainwater every day, the taste was marginally better than this rabbit leg meat.
Watching the little monk enjoy his meal, the two elderly men felt even more despondent.
