“... Where’s your dignity as an Emissary of Hell?” Arthis was stunned for three full seconds before she spoke, “How could you be bought over with such a simple gesture of peace offering?”

Zhang Chenghai was also visibly stunned before he chuckled, “It seems like Mr Qin must be pretty famished.”

“Cough…” After three seconds of stunned silence, the attendant asked, “Sir, are you sure you’d be able to finish everything?”

“I’ll probably be eighty percent full after that.” Qin Ye responded with a calm and relaxed disposition. In his poverty-stricken life, the last time he had indulged in such Cantonese delights for breakfast was well over twenty years ago…

“You may proceed then.” Zhang Chenghai nodded his head. Very soon, dish after dish of delectable delights were served to the table.

Unexpectedly, Qin Ye didn’t eat like a ravenous ghost. Instead, he carried himself relatively well. His speed was incredibly fast, but it was just measured enough that others wouldn’t consider it snarfing and gobbling his food.

Qin Ye’s eyes curled up in delight as he indulged himself. The tender shrimp tumbled about in his mouth together with the silky egg and soft spinach. Freshly cut spring onions and sliced ginger accentuated the fragrance and freshness of the ingredients even more. As soon as he got started, there was simply no stopping him!

Delectable.

“That look on your face right now… It might not be an exaggeration to call it lewd and whorish.” Arthis couldn’t...