Finally, a meat and offal soup was made, and when it was served, everyone couldn't wait to start eating it with their hands.

This immediately ruined a table full of delicious-looking dishes. Fang Rong rolled her eyes. There was nothing she could do; these people weren't used to using chopsticks. Only the females knew how to use them; the males usually just ate with their hands.

The fire dragon sat next to him, looking at him with satisfaction, its hand holding his under the table. Fang Rong struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. Considering it wasn't an unreasonable request, he didn't bother anymore.

It's already pitch black, and the moon is only half visible; it's probably around 1 a.m.

After eating, drinking, and chatting, it can easily last until at least 3 a.m.

With everyone working together, the work wasn't tiring, and time flew by. We originally thought it would be ready by 1 or 2 pm at the earliest, but we ended up saving an hour. It's a pity we ran out of ingredients, otherwise we would have continued cooking.

Fang Rong shook her head, feeling slightly uneasy. It was already this late, and she wondered if the rescue would arrive.

If he doesn't come, he'll definitely be punished. Even if he isn't punished, others will be. When everyone is disheartened, who will still be willing to help the army?

For others, this meal was absolutely sumptuous. Not to mention the orcs, even the people in the military region, who were desperate for food in this world where they ate in the canteen every day, never expected to be lucky enough to have a full meal today.

However, Fang Rong specifically instructed them not to eat too much, especially meat, and that it was best to eat only vegetables.

Despite his warning, the others verbally agreed but inwardly remained rebellious and ate happily.

Fang Rong was flustered and couldn't eat. He only ate a few bites throughout the meal, and some of the food was given to him by the fire dragon.

The dishes on the table gradually dwindled. Instead of the usual slow and careful eating, he grabbed handfuls of food. Soon there wasn't enough food, so he had to steam the leftover scraps as well. The taste was alright, and it was enough to stave off hunger.

However, there were too many orcs, and each person ate very little before their plate was empty. Luckily, they had already started eating, otherwise the situation at the dinner table would have been even worse.

The dinner, which was originally planned to last for more than two hours, ended abruptly in less than half an hour.

Fang Rong felt a chill in her heart. It was over. The banquet was over, and next they would definitely be going to the bridal chamber.

Sure enough, people tend to think about those things when they're full. He stared at the superhuman next to him with shining eyes, and even the fire dragon's gaze seemed a bit off.

Just as Fang Rong was about to run away, he was picked up. He had never been hugged by anyone other than Fang Rong, and his face turned red instantly, feeling both ashamed and angry.

The fire dragon moved naturally and was very strong, trapping him in its arms with no room to struggle.

Fang Rong stretched out his hand, and the meat cleaver on the table was already in his hand. The meat cleaver was sometimes used to chop bones, so it was very sharp. Even the fire dragon had to be on guard, and it opened its mouth and breathed out a fire dragon that wrapped around the cleaver and knocked it away.

Perhaps finding him too annoying, still not giving up even at this point, they simply tied him up with a rope and held his arms tightly, preventing him from having a chance to do something reckless.

Fang Rong kicked him, but he ignored the lighter kicks and kicked the heavier ones back.

Fang Rong's knees were throbbing painfully. She behaved herself for a while, but once the pain subsided, she started fussing again.

The fire dragon knew his weakness: he was afraid of pain. Every time he made a fuss, it would hurt him, and then let him go when he stopped. So, it hadn't caused him any trouble along the way.

Especially when flying up into the cave, they are extremely well-behaved. Wearing the mecha suit is fine, but facing the outside directly still makes them a bit afraid of heights.

The fire dragon threw him onto the bed, blocked the entrance to the cave with stones from outside, and took off its clothes as it walked back.

Fang Rong was startled; this time, she was truly helpless.

He ducked back. The bed was over two meters long and covered with the fur of wild animals, though he didn't know what kind of animals it was. The fur prickled and stung painfully.

Fang Rong pointed to her body and then to the fur on the bed, her meaning clear: she was starting to make excuses again.

The fire dragon seemed to feel sorry for him, and took out a white fur hidden in a crevice of the cave and placed it on the bed for him to lie on.

This trick worked, and Fang Rong started thinking of other things. He compared his own penis to the different ways people urinate.

The fire dragon understood this too, and took out a groove carved from a stone from the corner, similar to a urinal, and urinated on it.

Fang Rong snatched it away, turned her back to him and urinated, then compared the way she drank water after she finished.

In any case, doing everything possible to delay is the best course of action.

He was waiting for those outside who had eaten his food to get poisoned. It wasn't that he had poisoned them, but rather that mixing certain dishes could cause poisoning.

As a chef, the first thing the boss told him was to memorize what he could and couldn't eat.

Fang Rong had this in his heart, and he casually came up with a recipe that included things like suckling pig and chrysanthemum, snails and clams, and meat and bayberries—basically all of which are food taboos and should absolutely not be stir-fried together.

Fortunately, the orcs lacked common sense and were unaware of his scheme, so they ate with relish.

You really do become like the people you hang out with. After spending so much time with Li Wenyang, he's become quite the schemer himself.

After finishing his water, he pointed to the meat on the table and rubbed his stomach, his meaning quite clear.

He had only drunk the soup from the meat on the table that morning; there was still a lot of meat left, but it was too dry, with a layer of white oil forming on the surface.

Fang Rong picked up the water glass and pretended to pour water into it. The glass was quite large, and he couldn't hold it steady with one hand. He even needed his special ability to help him. He had just finished drinking the water inside.

The fire dragon took the water cup from his hand and flew down. There was no water here; if he wanted to drink water, he would have to run a long way.

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