This action made Ghost Face's eyes twitch: Could it be that the female master thinks I'm being too dramatic and is taking revenge on me?

That chicken was rolled in mud and buried in ash, how could it still be eaten?

But seeing the way his master completely trusted his mistress and threatened to kill him if he didn't eat, Ghost Face completely wilted.

If he had known, he should have eaten a whole wild chicken to apologize to the mistress.

It must be exhausting for the lady of the house to cook for so many people all by herself; he's being unreasonable!

However, as soon as it's time to announce the start of the meal and distribute the bowls and chopsticks, Ghost Face instantly comes back to life.

Although he didn't get to eat the mountain delicacy chicken he had been longing for, the lady of the house was absolutely first-class in cooking.

The meal was so delicious that everyone ate with gusto, their mouths greasy and their mouths full of oil.

The food, which amounted to ten large pots, was eaten clean, with not a drop of soup left.

Some uncouth demons even licked the bowls in their hands clean, making them shinier than if they had been washed.

In this way, most of the great demons, including Ghost Face, only ate about 70-80% of their fill.

Ji Fengyao, Shang Xiye, and the others had relatively small appetites, but they all ate until they were stuffed.

Xi Que and An Zijin were in charge of collecting and tidying up the pots and pans.

Ji Fengyao then slowly walked to the stove where she had buried the mountain delicacy chicken, and beckoned to the still-satisfied Ghost Face, saying, "Ghost Face, come here, your chicken should be cooked."

The masked man froze in his licking motion: "...!"

Suddenly, none of the food I had eaten before tasted good anymore.

“My lady, actually, Mianmian seems to have eaten his fill…” Ghost Face slowly approached Ji Fengyao.

At this moment, Ji Fengyao had already dug out the hardened mud ball. It was a round lump of mud, and its appearance was really not good.

"Is that enough? You didn't even eat as much as you usually do today," Ji Fengyao asked as she gently tapped open the mud ball.

"Yes, I don't have an appetite today..." Ghost Face had only spoken halfway when suddenly a rich aroma of meat wafted out from the broken mud ball. The fresh and sweet smell alone made one's mouth water like a spring.

"Plop! Plop!" The long tongue of the demon mask dripped two drops of saliva, and then the words came out in a daze: "...Very good."

Ji Fengyao suppressed a laugh and used her sharp fingers to completely pull the fragrant roasted mountain chicken out of the leaves.

The extremely aggressive fragrance immediately attracted the intense gazes of other powerful demons nearby.

"Alright then, since you're full and have no appetite, I guess I'll just have to give you the chicken..."

"My dear mistress!" Before Ji Fengyao could finish speaking, Ghost Face pawed at the ground and obediently lay down beside Ji Fengyao, licking her face like a dog. He began to flatter her with his silver tongue: "Although Mianmian is a little full now and doesn't have as good an appetite as before, this chicken was specially made for Mianmian by you, mistress. Mianmian can't possibly let down your kindness, can he? Mianmian must finish this chicken today no matter what!"

"With so many people here, there must be some who haven't eaten enough. You don't have to force yourself like this," Ji Fengyao said, suppressing a laugh as she deliberately moved the roasted mountain delicacy chicken further away.

Upon hearing her say this, the nearby demons, whose mouths were watering, immediately nodded in agreement with utmost seriousness.

"No way! You are Mianmian's beloved mistress. How can you so easily give away your feelings for Mianmian?" Ghost Face tugged at Ji Fengyao's skirt with its two front paws and said righteously, "This chicken can only be eaten by Mianmian, so as not to betray the mistress's deep affection for Mianmian!"