Placing the Crispy Fried Chicken ordered by Nuwa on the table, and bringing out ten jars of Peach Blossom Brew, he saw the table fully and completely set. Nuwa's eyes brightened as she strode over.
Her elegant steps exuded ease, befitting of a Saint's demeanor, but upon closer observation, one would notice each step was slightly quicker than the last, reflecting Nuwa's eagerness within.
Such was the charm of Chen Nuo's cuisine; even a Saint could not help but be moved.
Drawing near, Nuwa gracefully and nobly sat down, observing Xuan Feng who still stood there with restraint across from her and softly said, "Feng'er, take a seat as well, let's eat together."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Feng's expression turned anxious, shaking her head like a rattle-drum: "Your Majesty, I absolutely mustn't, with my lowly status, how could I sit together with Your Majesty?"
Beneath the heavens, aside from Saints, who would dare to share a table with a Saint?