Mo Qi was genuinely afraid the Pig Emperor would accidentally waste the Medicinal Cuisine.
So he quickly divided the three dishes and one soup into two portions, serving one to the Pig Emperor and keeping one for himself.
"Go ahead, eat."
After getting Mo Qi's permission, the Pig Emperor leaped up, wagging its little tail joyfully as it drew near, opening its mouth to dig in.
Just then, a hand as withered as an eagle's talon suddenly appeared, pinning the Pig Emperor to the dining table.
"This aroma… it's intoxicating! How many years has it been? How many years since I've smelled something so wonderful!"
This was a withered, gaunt, and stooped old man.
He had a tuft of a goatee, and his hair and beard were completely white. His skin was wrinkled like old tree bark, and he looked for all the world like he had one foot in the grave.
