The elongated white tablecloth counter brimmed with fresh food in the thermal pots, dazzling with variety and enough to make one's mouth water.
Rinne, holding several plates, could easily carry a multitude of food trays due to her modified, exceptionally agile body, without worrying about losing balance.
Lu Jing, though frowning, still complied with Rinne's request by piling up fried chicken chunks on one of the plates, then loading up other plates with steaks, burgers, grilled pike, pork chops, salmon, and chicken livers. When Lu Jing saw the cooking counter filled with lanterns strung together, she couldn't help but swallow saliva, her thoughts on eternal life succumbing to the delightful tastes on her tongue.