The Demon Lord followed closely behind them, and from time to time he would shout, "Wait for me! Is this how you treat people to a meal?"

Ming Ye, dressed in splendid clothes, was busy in the kitchen. The Demon Lord leaned against the doorway, frowned in confusion, and said, "Why bother with so much trouble? Wouldn't a simple hand gesture be enough?"

The Demon Lord always kept his word. With a snap of his fingers, several dishes suddenly appeared on the once clean table, steam rising from their still hot plates, as if freshly baked. Ming Ye remained busy, only taking a moment to reply to the Demon Lord, "Things derived from magic lack a certain flavor... the human touch."

The Demon Lord twitched his lips in disbelief, and a pair of chopsticks appeared in his hand. He picked up the chicken and put it into his mouth. The taste was good and the cooking time was just right, but it made him feel a little cold. It was not until Ming Ye fried a plate of chicken and placed it on the table that the Demon Lord hesitantly reached out with his chopsticks. The chicken was cut to the right thickness. The Demon Lord put the chicken into his mouth in disbelief. It melted in his mouth, and the spices were added just right. With the delicious taste of the chicken, the Demon Lord suddenly felt that what he had just conjured was simply, extremely unpalatable.

They were clearly on opposite sides, but today, for the first time ever, they sat at the same table. Li Zang brought dish after dish to the table, with an unusually strange smile on his face. He said to Xiao Guoer, who was standing on a stool, "Young Master, why do I feel something is a little weird?"

Xiao Guoer picked up the chopsticks and knocked them on Li Zang's head, giggling, "Daddy, you really are a sinister person."

Being able to kill the love rival in such a cool and cool way...

Li Zang was confused, "What does this mean, young master?"

Xiao Guo'er lowered her eyebrows and laughed twice, "Li Zang, you are so stupid."

What's the saying?

If you want to keep a woman, you must first capture her stomach. And his father knows this very well!

Mingye used chopsticks to pick up several pieces of meat and put them into Jiuxi's bowl. There was a bit of tenderness in his gentle eyes. At this time, the Demon Lord also picked up some dishes and put them into Jiuxi's bowl, filling Jiuxi's empty bowl until it was full. Only then did the Demon Lord smile and said, "Jiuxi, you are too thin. Eat more."

Jiuxi looked at the bowls piled up like a mountain and frowned in confusion, wondering if the Demon Lord had changed his nature?

The Demon Lord's eyes were full of tenderness, as if water could overflow from them as he looked at Jiuxi. His gaze was so scorching that Jiuxi put down his chopsticks and said to Mingye, "It's too much... I can't eat it anymore."

Mingye's doting eyes remained the same as always, "Loss of appetite? Huh?"

Jiuxi let out a long sigh. It was not that she couldn't eat, but everyone at the table was staring at her, and she felt a little uneasy!

The Demon Lord watched their interaction, his mouth twisted in anger. He slammed his chopsticks down on the wooden table with a loud bang and said, "Jialou Mingye, what do you mean by this?"

It was obvious that Jiuxi didn't want to eat, but this dead zombie still wanted to make things difficult for Jiuxi. This was simply intolerable!

Jialou Mingye didn't even look at the Demon Lord. Instead, he took an empty bowl, filled it with a bowl of hot fish head and tofu soup with a spoon, and fed Jiuxi mouthful by mouthful with a small spoon. Jiuxi actually opened his mouth obediently, and kept exclaiming that the soup was thick and delicious. The Demon Lord's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw this. The Demon Lord also followed Mingye's example and filled a bowl of soup for Jiuxi, and then placed it in front of Jiuxi.