Harry Hunter said "Hmm," hung up the phone, and personally went over to David's table to pick some food for Isabella Weaver.
He brought back half a bowl, thought about it, and still felt it was a bit much, so he ate two pieces of meat himself before handing it to Isabella Weaver.
Isabella Weaver was almost in tears: "That's too little, and you're even stealing my food!"
Harry Hunter chuckled: "How am I stealing? Isn't it eating openly? It tastes pretty good, go ahead and eat!"
Isabella Weaver savored every bite, feeling that the spicy little wild chicken was the most delicious thing in the world, surpassing even the small silverfish.
It was spicy and flavorful, paired with celery and onions, giving off a special enticing aroma.
She ate for a moment, turning her head unintentionally, and found that Harry Hunter had actually swallowed!
