The soft, mushy banana was placed in Zhu Yan's palm.
Its dead-fish-like eyes showed a hint of surprise as its nose cautiously sniffed.
A strong banana scent wafted towards its face.
It quietly took a bite.
The phrase "melts in your mouth" was truly understood by it today.
"Chirp chirp chirp—"
Even Zhu Yan stopped pretending to be aloof and dropped its high-cold image.
It danced with joy as it ate.
The mutated panda adorably munched on roasted bamboo shoots sprinkled with chili powder, grimacing while continuing to eat.
The two beasts unconsciously moved a bit closer to Bai Xiqin.
Not only did this rich master have lots of fresh fruits, he also cooked pretty well.
As Zhu Yan and the mutated panda ate more and more joyfully, Bai Xiqin's importance in their hearts grew.
Honorably becoming the first person not to be allowed to die.
A long-term meal ticket.
