The girl ate with incredible speed.
Like a whirlwind devouring everything in its path.
In no time, all the food that the others had eaten their fill of vanished into her stomach. Yet, her little belly didn't bulge in the slightest. She just smacked her lips, clearly wanting more.
Afterward, she sloppily wiped the grease from her plump little face, stood up with her hands on her hips, and imperiously scolded Mo Chen, who was glaring at her:
"You useless bum! Who could possibly get full on this little bit? I want ten more servings! Go buy them, quickly!"
Her voice was childish and high-pitched, yet her words were incredibly domineering.
She said it all as if it were a matter of course.
It seemed she was used to throwing her weight around.
She truly treated Mo Chen as her personal pantry and money bag.
"You rotten kid, shut your mouth!"
Mo Chen glanced at the bite marks on his arm, his own anger flaring. He pointed toward the room and ordered:
