"Lord Demon King, today we have noodles to eat, the human next door gave us his meat and noodles."
The subordinate squatted by the induction cooker, watching the ribs boiling inside, drool soaking his collar, while Lord Demon King seemed a bit absent-minded, quietly looking up at the low ceiling.
"Add more spice."
"Lord Demon King, do you think humans taste good or not? I've never tasted a human."
The Demon King shook his head: "Not tasty."
"Have you ever eaten them, my lord?"
"No."
"Oh... humans don't have wings, you don't like eating them, right?"
