Xavier seriously used his claws to sweep each one, dividing the pearls in the backpack into two piles according to size. At this moment, the female chef knocked on the door. After receiving permission, she led a few helpers in, carrying a piping hot dinner.
Because Xavier returned too late, Jasmine had not eaten her dinner yet either. The female chef was worried about starving the two lords. As soon as she saw the Black Dragon going upstairs, she immediately brought up the prepared dinner.
It was just that the only large wooden table in the small living room had been occupied by Xavier. His backpack had probably been soaked in seawater, its surface dripping wet, and in some places dried by the wind, faint salt stains could still be seen. Although the large and small pearls dragged out of the backpack were gathered in one place, there were still a few stray ones rolling to all four sides of the table. For a moment, the female chef did not know where to set out the dinner.
