Villa, guest room.
After Fang Ze left, the Flower God, whose divine soul lingered in the petals, looked at the feast laid out on the table, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and carefully swept through the room with her divine soul. Only when she confirmed that there were no surveillance devices or magical tools did she slowly emerge from the petals.
At that moment, since she was only a divine soul, the Flower God looked almost like the phantom seen at the Flower Morning Festival, translucent but still dazzling in her beauty.
She looked around mischievously like a thief and then giggled mischievously, "For all these years I've been only drawing cakes for others, I'm not the type to eat others out of house and home!"
"After the deal is done, then treat me to a feast, what's this about sending you away now to sneak a taste of your cooking!"
"After all, you don't know how I eat!"
Having said that, she floated around in front of the dishes like a wandering spirit.