Hei Dou's eating habits had always been wild.

She was holding a large iron bowl, typically used for soup, with most of her face buried in it. She hadn’t lifted her head for a while, and only the crisp sound of her spoon clinking against the iron bowl could be heard. As she ate, she made a pleasant gurgling sound, reminiscent of an engine revving, from deep within her throat.

Hopefully, she’d show a little more ladylike behavior when eating in public.

Their mother walked out of the room, now wearing a layer of delicate makeup. The makeup covered the …