I gulped in anticipation, the food had been served, yet we had not eaten.
I turned to the door where he had disappeared. My stomach grumbled, as it was in devourer mode.
'Should I eat? What if he storms back and slams the table over my head?'
I stood up and walked towards the table, my cheeks blushed as I saw the mutton. I bit my lower lips. "He tastes good."
I peeked behind my shoulder, I smiled in relief as he was not in sight. The chair screeched against the floor. I sat down, unleashing the devourer mode.
I buried my head in the food, shoving the food in my mouth with my good hand. My feet tapped on the floor as I flew over the clouds, my toes wriggled. I closed my eyes to feel every bit of the mind-blowing taste.
Just then, the door flung open. Slowly, I turned around. My eyes widened like a saucer pan as a disheveled man loomed at the door.
"Ma… Master?" My voice came out in a muffled mess. My mouth was stuffed like that of a squirrel.
