The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

Looking at Philippa across from him, who was struggling with a chicken burger and had salad dressing on her lips but didn't even notice, his eyes softened involuntarily.

Being able to share this special "memory" with her, and seeing her beam with such a radiant smile because of it, is itself far more satisfying than the taste of the food itself.

"Eat slowly, have some cola to help you relax," he gently reminded her, handing her a tissue as he did so.

Philippa took the tissue, wiped her mouth shyly, her face flushed with happiness, and nodded vigorously: "Mmm! Gray, all of this is so delicious! I never knew food could be made like this! Thank you for bringing me here!"

Her happiness was so simple and direct that it infected Gray, filling the private room, which was filled with the aroma of fried food, with a warm and satisfying atmosphere.

While Gray and Philippa were enjoying their meal in the private room, in a well-lit attic of a building in the distance, the members of the "tracking team" finally had their lunch.

When several large paper bags bearing the eye-catching "Kenken Chicken" logo were quietly delivered, Sophia, who had been trying to observe the store through the one-way glass, unconsciously began to twitch her nose and her gaze was fixed on the bags that exuded an enticing aroma.

God knows what she went through as she watched Philippa and Gray enjoy those golden, crispy, and incredibly delicious-looking unfamiliar foods!

As a self-proclaimed renowned gourmet in the Olmec capital, she has always been extremely enthusiastic about the various novel products launched by the Grand Merchant Guild.

Until she discovered that the mastermind behind this incredibly wealthy business tycoon was actually the bastard devil who had kidnapped her princess!

This has led to her having extremely complicated feelings about the products of the Grand Chamber of Commerce—rationally she wants to resist them, but her body and taste buds are always honestly attracted to them.

For example, right now, the rich aroma of fried food kept wafting over, making her mouth water and her stomach growl loudly.

'Damn...it smells so good...'

Sofia inwardly groaned, but quickly found a consolation, 'However, observing how they eat these things is necessary! At least when I bring Philippa to eat them later, I won't be scrambling! And…'

She glanced furtively towards the private room, confirming that the two were simply focused on their meal and hadn't done anything that would send her blood pressure soaring, like hugging or feeding each other. She felt a little relieved, 'Thank goodness, they're just eating.'

Finally, the meals were distributed to everyone. Alpha remained alert, simply picking up a hamburger, unwrapping it, and starting to eat with deft movements, his demeanor as concise as a soldier's.

Kappa, already impatient, mimicked Gray's earlier actions, inserting a straw into her cola, taking a large gulp, and squinting her eyes in ecstasy from the stimulating bubbles. Then she grabbed a fries, dipped them in ketchup, and stuffed them into her mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh: "Mmm! This tastes amazing! Crispy and savory! Paired with this sweet and sour sauce, it's incredible! I declare this my new favorite after dessert!"

Aita has a special fondness for popcorn chicken. Her eyes gleam as she eats them one after another, her cheeks bulging out like a cat storing food.

Beta, maintaining her elegance, wore disposable gloves and took small bites of the taro pie, nodding in approval: "The crust is crispy, the filling is smooth and sweet but not cloying, it's truly unique."

Delta picked up the largest fried chicken leg, sprinkled it with the special vampire seasoning, and took a big, hearty bite, not caring at all about the grease sticking to the corners of her mouth. Her blood-red eyes gleamed with pleasure: "Delicious! The meat is tender and juicy, and the skin is crispy and fragrant. Perfect for eating big bites of meat!"

While eating a hamburger, Gamma was already mentally assessing the standardization, cost control, and market potential of this fast-food model, revealing his professional habits.

Sita ate silently, at a decent pace, but judging from her expression, she didn't seem to mind.

Iota remained expressionless, but ate at a steady pace, and then pulled out a small notebook, seemingly recording everyone's reactions to the food.

Taric, a pure warrior, had a high tolerance for high-calorie food. Holding a hamburger in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, he ate with great relish, muttering a praise: "Hmm! This is substantial! It's satisfying to eat! Much better than those exquisitely presented but small-portion aristocratic dishes!"

Only Phoenix, the oldest member of the team, seemed somewhat uncomfortable with this "fried feast."

He carefully picked up a French fry, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times. His gray eyebrows furrowed slightly. He then tried a small piece of fried chicken, but finally put it down.

"Sigh, the taste is quite novel, and the aroma is strong..." The old priest stroked his beard, his tone carrying the helplessness and a hint of disdain unique to the elderly, "but for someone my age, it's just too greasy, and my stomach probably can't handle it."

He looked around at the young people (and non-people) enjoying their food and shook his head.

Clearly, the poor elderly are no longer at an age where they can enjoy these "junk foods" without any burden.

Inside the private room, everything was quickly devoured.

With Philippa, a foodie with a thirst for new delicacies, and Gray, a glutton with an unfathomable appetite, working together, the table full of fried chicken, hamburgers, and snacks disappeared at an astonishing speed.

Philippa initially tried to maintain a semblance of decorum, taking small bites, but soon, with the soul-stirring taste experience and Gray's encouragement to "eat freely," she completely let loose, eating until her cheeks were bulging and her mouth was covered in sauce without even noticing.

Gray ate with ease, but his speed was by no means slow. Whether it was a hamburger that required holding with both hands or a pile of fries and chicken nuggets, they were quickly devoured in his hands, with an indescribable sense of efficiency in his movements.

As Philippa contentedly finished the last sip of her iced cola and let out a small, bubbly burp, she realized that the table, which had been piled high with plates and cardboard boxes, was now completely empty, with only some wrappers and bone fragments remaining.

"Hiccup...I've...eaten everything?" Philippa looked at the empty table in disbelief, and subconsciously rubbed her slightly round belly.

She never imagined she could eat so much in one meal, but strangely, she didn't feel bloated at all. Instead, she felt an unprecedented sense of fullness and happiness.

“Hmm, just right.” Gray picked up a tissue and wiped his hands, his tone flat, as if he had just completed a trivial task. He glanced at Philippa, who looked so content and lazy after eating and drinking her fill, and a smile flickered in his eyes.

When the shop assistant came in to clean up, he couldn't hide his surprise at the spotless battlefield, especially when his gaze swept over Gray's still flat stomach, where he wore an expression of disbelief. The fighting prowess of these two customers was truly astonishing.

"Take a break?" Gray looked at Philippa.

Philippa nodded vigorously, leaning back in the comfortable chair, feeling completely relaxed. The delicious food, the relaxed atmosphere, and the reassuring person across from her—all of this made her feel incredibly comfortable.

She held the little fox plush toy she had won from the claw machine, gently stroking its soft fur, a satisfied blush on her face.

After a short rest, Gray checked the time and, feeling it was about time, said, "Have you rested enough? We should head to the next place."

Upon hearing this, Philippa immediately sat up straight, her languidness replaced by new anticipation.

Although the lunch was already a pleasant surprise, she knew that her date with Gray was still going on, and there were many more interesting experiences waiting for her.

"Yes! I'm all better!" she replied energetically, as if she weren't the one who had just been slumped in the chair rubbing her stomach.

Gray stood up and extended his hand to her again. Philippa placed her hand in his without hesitation, using it to stand up, her face beaming with curiosity and excitement for the journey ahead.

So, after a satisfying meal at "Kenken Chicken," the two rested briefly and then left the fast-food restaurant that had given Philippa so many culinary delights, heading towards their next date location...