Chapter 199: How Could You Do This To Me?

"Stop being childish, Kafka. There's no way you can eat all this food by yourself." Camila chided me in a rather solemn manner while handing me the cutlery and filling my glass full, which made it seem like she was treating me like her beloved son, whom she spoiled at the moment, rather than her partner. "Even the professional eaters I saw on TV would struggle to finish off half of the feast I made today, so there's no way you can finish all this in one go without rupturing your stomach."

"Not to mention how fat most of those trained professionals are while you're skinny as a stick and look like you would get full after eating a slice of bread." Camila made fun of me in an amused manner while poking my body to see if there was any fat or muscle there, and she was surprised when she felt that I felt rather sturdy and hard all over, which she didn't expect since I looked quite skinny because of my pale skin, which made my muscles less defined.