My Xianxia Harem Life

"The meat! Where's the meat?!"

"Someone fetch more rice—we're running out!"

"Who let them eat the dessert already?! That was supposed to be last!"

The disciples, usually calm and disciplined, had been reduced to frantic runners, dashing in and out of the kitchen with trays stacked high with food.

The pressure was immense, and they could only curse both Riley and Fluffy in their hearts as sweat poured down their brows.

Meanwhile, completely oblivious to the chaos around them, Riley and Fluffy continued their feast.

Riley tore into a roasted leg of lamb, savoring its tenderness, while Fluffy shoved an entire dumpling into its mouth, chewing furiously.

Their gazes met, a silent challenge passing between them.

Not backing down, Riley grabbed an entire fish and devoured it in record time. Fluffy, not to be outdone, lunged at a plate of steamed buns, stuffing two at once into its tiny mouth.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Would the mighty Elder Riley maintain his dominance, or would the gluttonous furball pull an upset victory?

The onlookers could only watch in breathless anticipation.

The feast raged on, food vanishing at an unprecedented speed.

By the time Riley finally leaned back in his chair, satisfied, the dining hall looked like it had been hit by a storm.

Platters were licked clean, bowls were stacked in towering piles, and not a single crumb remained in sight.

Fluffy, now resembling a round, overstuffed ball, let out a burp before rolling onto its back in contentment.

Riley chuckled, patting his stomach. "Not bad, little one. Not bad at all."

The servants, still panting from their ordeal, exchanged weary glances.

"Next time, we should just prepare an entire warehouse of food in advance," one muttered.

Another groaned. "Or just run before breakfast starts."

But no matter how much they grumbled, they knew one thing for certain—this was only the beginning.

With Riley and Fluffy around, the sect would never have a peaceful meal again.

Still, no one was foolish enough to shy away from their duties when it came to Riley.

He was known far and wide as a generous tipper, and anyone who worked with him was always left with a sense of satisfaction.

Every breakfast ended the same way: smiles, gratitude, and a warm sense of accomplishment.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone!" Riley said with a smile, his tone filled with genuine appreciation as he addressed the group of chefs who had prepared the meal for both him and Fluffy.

His words were simple but carried the weight of his kindness, a rare trait that endeared him to all who had the pleasure of working with him.

"It's our pleasure, Elder Riley! We'll be here tomorrow, and we'll try to introduce some new dishes that we think will suit your taste," the elder in charge replied, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

He was practically glowing, not just from the praise but from the sizable bag of spirit stones Riley had handed over.

The weight of the bag was noticeably heavier than the last time Riley had eaten here—at least twice as much.

The elder's heart swelled with gratitude.

He knew that, thanks to Riley's generosity, he and his team would not be heading home empty-handed or in disappointment this early morning.

It was a rare and welcome blessing.

"Beeeeeeeeeeeee!" Fluffy, as always, was the first to respond, his excited and affectionate cry filling the air.

He was practically bouncing in place, tail wagging enthusiastically as he looked up at Riley, eagerly anticipating the next meal.

It was clear that Fluffy wasn't just eager for the food but also for the attention and care that came with it.

"Good," Riley said with a grin, glancing at Riley.

"My cute friend and I will be in your care." Though he appreciated the thoughtfulness of Eve, who had wanted to cook for him and Fluffy, he was mindful not to overburden her.

Eve had a kind heart, but Riley didn't want her to tire herself out.

He knew he could easily devour a mountain of food on his own, especially when it came to satisfying both his and Fluffy's insatiable appetites.

Still, it was always better to have a team of professionals handling things—after all, their skills were second to none.

He turned back to the elder, giving him a nod.

"We'll leave it to you to surprise us tomorrow. I'm sure it will be just as wonderful as today."

***

Riley soared back to the Thousand Stars Summit, his figure a dark silhouette against the morning sky, the wind howling as he moved with purpose.

His journey was swift, and as he landed gracefully before the summit's gates, he couldn't help but smile to himself.

True to his predictions, Eve was already there, waiting for him with a table full of food.

The aroma of freshly prepared dishes filled the air, making his stomach rumble in anticipation.

What impressed him, however, wasn't just the spread before him but the sight of Eve herself.

For someone who was so accustomed to having others serve her, she was surprisingly devoted when it came to preparing meals for him.

There was a certain intensity in her work, a quiet determination that spoke volumes.

"Maybe it's time to reward her," Riley thought to himself, watching her as she meticulously arranged the dishes on the table.

He had seen the way Eve behaved—how she put herself forward to support him, knowing full well that it wasn't out of pure affection but out of her own ambitions.

Eve didn't seek to be his wife, at least not in the conventional sense.

No, she had her eyes set on something much greater: strength, power, the kind that only came from aligning herself with someone like Riley.

She was willing to play the role of devoted servant and even agree to be his wife in order to achieve that goal, and Riley could respect that.

Riley allowed himself a brief moment of admiration before he spoke up.

"This is impressive, Eve. You're working hard today," he said, his voice smooth and calm as always, but with a hint of acknowledgment for the effort she had put in.