Clink.

A bottle rolled across the table, surrounded by a stack of empty dishes. Each dish showed faint traces of food, as if the contents had been thoroughly devoured.

In other words…

All that food had been consumed.

And by just one person.

“Urp…”

A middle-aged man with silver hair burped in satisfaction. The scent of alcohol wafted heavily from him.

“…Hah.”

A woman, witnessing the scene, let out an exasperated sigh.

“Look at you. Are you really a Daoist?”

“Hmm…?”

The man, who had been drifting off to sleep, cracked one eye open in response to her voice. Through …