CHAPTER 107: CHAPTER 38 HAIRBALL_2

After all, according to the calculations based on the amount and speed of eating just now, an iron ore cave of three thousand cubic meters, a single adult Iron-eating Beast like His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast, would only take three days to consume it all— and that’s excluding rest time during those three days.

"Is it tasty?" Seeing His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast standing there a bit dazed after eating, still gripping the chopsticks tightly, Rob gently asked.

Its purpose for coming to the Iron-eating Beast Empire was not simply to deliver a gift, far-away on CD-0329 Star, Du Xixi was awaiting the feedback from His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast to be brought back.

His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast was completely choked up, not knowing if it was because the food was too delicious or if he was moved by Du Xixi, he just said, "Very delicious, even more so than the Energy Stone I’ve eaten."

The Iron-eating Beast’s teeth rank among the best of interstellar beings, otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to gnaw on metals harder than stone as if it’s cotton. The hardness of Energy Stones, the Iron-eating Beasts could also gnaw on, and the taste of Energy Stones is definitely more delicious than metal.

However, Energy Stones are more expensive than metal, and for the Iron-eating Beasts, who have to go to the Garbage Star to find scrap metal themselves, they naturally cannot afford Energy Stones.

The only time in His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast’s memory that he ate an Energy Stone was when he was very young, at that time the Iron-eating Beast Empire could still afford metals, and as the future majesty, he naturally was fortunate enough to taste a small piece.

The taste of Energy Stones, even after hundreds of years, His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast still vividly remembers. And for Du Xixi’s dishes to elicit such a response from His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast, it undoubtedly suited His Majesty’s taste very well.

Rob nodded in satisfaction, thinking that when reporting back to his young lady, she would definitely be very happy. But in the next moment, he heard His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast seemingly hesitantly muttering, "However, I really want to taste what these ingredients originally taste like, especially this segmented one; it must be delicious when eaten raw!"

The bamboo shoots in the cold bamboo shoot salad, Du Xixi had blanched, removing some of the inherent bitterness, so it wasn’t the original taste of the bamboo shoots.

Upon hearing this, Rob diligently recorded it down, planning to report it back to Du Xixi as well.

Just as he finished recording it, a big furball rolled over to his feet, black and white mixed, at first glance looking like a dirty gray. This was one of the big furballs that His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast threw out to play with the young Iron-eating Beasts earlier.

Seeing a few of the little furballs still gathered not far off, competing for the big furballs, seemingly unaware that one had become a "stray," Rob bent down to pick up the big furball, which was as large as Rob’s head, curiously pinching it.

His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast coughed, somewhat embarrassedly explaining, "This is a furball that I shed; usually, I let the little ones play with it."

Seeing Rob staring at the big furball without speaking, His Majesty worried that it might spurn the big furball for being dirty, so he added, "Don’t worry, every strand of hair in this ball was washed before it was made into a ball; it’s very clean, it just picked up some dirt rolling around on the ground."

Rob then softly said to him, "I don’t know if you have many of these furballs; my young lady likes you all a lot, and I want to bring one back as a gift for her."

Rob knew that Du Xixi liked Iron-eating Beasts a lot, so he figured that since he was visiting the Iron-eating Beast Empire, he should bring back some "souvenir" for her, and this big furball would be a pretty good "souvenir," which could be sterilized and used as a toy for Du Xixi.

However, His Majesty couldn’t help but overthink, assuming Du Xixi, like those aristocratic ladies, wanted to keep a few young Iron-eating Beasts by her side, he hesitantly looked at the cubs playing ahead.

If it were someone else, His Majesty the Iron-eating Beast would not hesitate to refuse and cut off all ties. But now it was Du Xixi, and he instinctively felt that being raised by her would not lead to a grim fate of being peeled for clothing.

So, after some reluctance, His Majesty pointed to one of the little Iron-eating Beasts with the slickest fur and lush hair and said to Rob, "Take this cub back to the lady."

Rob was just about to nod, thinking His Majesty was referring him to one of the big furballs, but when he took a closer look through the Mecha’s lenses, it wasn’t a big black-and-white furball ball, but a small black-and-white furry creature.