On the day he was scheduled to meet Chen Suifeng, Su Ze arrived early at Chen Suifeng's office to wait.
"Here, for you." Chen Suifeng placed a disposable paper food container in Su Ze's hands. Even through the plastic bag, Su Ze could feel the food's searing heat and smell its aroma.
"What's this?" Su Ze asked as he opened the bag.
"Breakfast. Sticky rice," Chen Suifeng said as he sat down. He opened his own portion, poured scalding meat broth over it, and began to stir. "Even Saint-level powerhouses like us have to remember to eat breakfast."
Su Ze followed Chen Suifeng's lead, pouring the broth over his sticky rice and giving it a stir with his spoon. He took a bite. The flavor was savory and delicious; it was excellent.
Saint-level powerhouses could already survive without eating or drinking, and it wouldn't negatively affect their bodies in any way. However, the deliciousness of food still brought Su Ze a sense of satisfaction.
