The Cloud Beast heard it too. It took Little Wolf into the kitchen, skillfully turned on the stove, and took out the wontons they had wrapped earlier.
The wontons had delicate wrappers and generous fillings. It put in thirty of them, based on Little Wolf's appetite.
'Right, fifteen for it, and fifteen for Zaizai.'
The wontons cooked quickly. The Cloud Beast brought two large bowls to the table and began to enjoy the meal with Little Wolf.
The wontons were filled with sweet corn and fresh pork. Paired with the chili oil Yu An had fried earlier, they were absolutely delicious.
Little Wolf was gulping them down one by one, seemingly immune to the heat. Seeing this, the Cloud Beast, which had been enjoying its meal, quickly told him to slow down.
'An'an said eating food that's too hot will burn your throat.'
It spoke too late. Little Wolf had already finished the entire bowl of wontons, not even leaving the broth. The Cloud Beast stared at the empty bowl, dumbfounded.
