Wang Lu, You’re Such A Cheap Person!

"This overwhelming-with-sadness food…"

In the restaurant hall, the huge Food Immortal sat on a thick stone block. His slender hand could

reach any corner of the table and when eating, his arm could sweep across like a long whip. But

now, his two stout arms were carefully holding a porcelain bowl, motionless.

The Food Immortal's expression was serious, staring at the bowl in his hands while his mouth

muttering strange syllables and his throat swallowing down his own saliva...