The freshly fried purple fruit was still hot on the lips, with Fu Yi picking up a spoon from the side and taking some into his mouth, while blowing out two puffs of hot air.
Once the fried purple fruit in his mouth became less scalding, he started crunching on them with a crackling sound.
After the fried purple fruit was chewed up, the burnt and crispy sensation lit up Fu Yi's eyes. Even after having dinner, his stomach seemed to instantly compress, feeling like it could fit in some more food.
But as he was about to act on this thought, Ji Nuan placed the fried purple fruit in front of Xiu Yan.
With an expression that said it all, she looked at Fu Yi, whose eyes were following the fried purple fruit: "I think you should still maintain your figure. You see, females like orcs who look good and have an awesome physique. If you continue to indulge yourself like this, you'll lose your little female at home."
