"What's the problem?" Lin Feng asked casually.
Bibi Dong's back instantly straightened as though someone had run a bolt of lightning through her.
She snapped her head up, eyes darting wildly left and right, refusing to look directly at Lin Feng.
Her forced smile was uglier than crying.
"N-Nothing, Senior! Nothing at all!"
"It's just that… my mental force is a bit depleted. Yes! I'll just rest for a moment. A short rest! That's all!"
She babbled rapidly, her fingers nervously intertwining beneath the table — acting so badly that even Devil Bear Douluo, peeking from the side, could clearly tell something was wrong.
This wasn't "mental exhaustion."
This was the expression of someone who had pressed the wrong button, crashed the system, and was too terrified to admit it.
Lin Feng's mind was like a mirror, but he didn't expose her.
When harvesting leeks, you must let the leek struggle on its own for a while.
He handed the tray to Hu Liena, who hurried over, and then he slowly sauntered back behind the counter. He reclined lazily in his chair, casually glancing toward the entrance.
Plenty of people today.
It looked like the low-tier leek harvest would be excellent.
At first, the Worship Hall Elders still kept a sharp eye on Bibi Dong, eager to see what she might transform those two hideous spider spirits into.
But when Hu Liena set their dishes on the table, that divine fragrance erupted like a tidal wave—
And instantly wiped Bibi Dong from their minds.
Ugly spiders?
Who cared?
The world is vast, but eating is the true Dao.
Chaos at the Worship Hall Table
"Hiss—haah—!"
Lion Douluo was the first to break.
Ignoring the heat, he scooped up a massive chopstick-full of the shimmering golden Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow Noodles and stuffed it into his mouth.
The instant the noodles touched his tongue, his entire body froze.
Firm, springy, alive — the noodles danced wildly inside his mouth.
And the broth—
A heavenly tsunami of savory flavor washed over every taste bud. Layer after layer of rich, ancient power exploded in his senses, as though a primordial dragon and an immortal phoenix were performing a soul dance inside him.
Lion Douluo trembled, eyes half-shut in bliss, releasing muffled "woo woo" noises.
No dignity.
No composure.
Not a trace of a Super Douluo's grandeur remained.
The other Elders were no better.
Each one gorged themselves with utter abandon — flushed faces, dripping soup, looking like refugees starved for eight hundred years.
Gold Crocodile Douluo had originally prepared to maintain his dignity as the Second Worship Elder.
A level 99 Super Douluo couldn't possibly eat like these beasts — their snorting resembled pigs fighting at a trough.
But when he picked up a piece of meat glistening with translucent sauce and placed it into his mouth…
He understood.
Dignity?
Decorum?
Could those be eaten?
Battle for the Dongpo Pork
Qian Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo — the "true brothers" — exchanged a look.
Then their chopsticks moved in unison.
Their target?
The last piece of Dongpo pork on the plate.
Clang!
Two pairs of chopsticks collided in mid-air, metal ringing against metal.
At the center of their duel trembled a piece of perfectly stewed pork — fat and lean in flawless harmony, shimmering in the restaurant's lights.
"Let go!" Demon Subduing hissed, wrist trembling with force.
"You let go!" Qian Jun countered, veins bulging on his forehead.
The hundred years they'd spent honing their spirit power control…
Now fully applied to chopsticks.
"I'm the younger brother!" Demon Subduing snarled. "You're the older one! You should give way!"
"What nonsense!" Qian Jun barked.
"I've been your older brother for decades — when has anything good ever fallen into my hands?! This meat is mine!"
"Let go!"
"You let go!"
Lion Douluo, watching while slurping noodles, was deeply entertained.
He tried to mediate through a mouthful of broth:
"Calm down, calm down, my two Elder brothers— we're all—"
Before he could finish, his chopsticks shot forward like lightning toward the meat.
"I'll help resolve your conflict!"
"Get lost!"
Both Elders roared simultaneously, diverting Lion Douluo's sneak attack.
Three pairs of chopsticks tangled instantly.
Clattering filled the air.
The pork flew up and down in a heart-stopping dance.
Gold Crocodile Douluo's face turned pitch-black.
BANG!
He slammed a palm onto the table, making dishes jump.
"Stop! All of you!"
"What kind of disgraceful behavior is this?!"
"Shameful! Utterly shameful!"
Qian Jun, Demon Subduing, and Lion instantly froze and retracted their chopsticks.
The next second—
Gold Crocodile Douluo shamelessly grabbed the piece of meat and shoved it into his mouth.
Qian Jun: "…"
Demon Subduing: "…"
Lion: "…"
There was a very vulgar word stuck at the tip of all three tongues.
Meanwhile: Light Feather Douluo Ascends to Dessert Heaven
Light Feather Douluo had abandoned the egg fried rice that Azure Luan Douluo specially ordered for him.
Instead, he scooped a delicate spoonful of Star's Guardian ice cream — its surface glowing faintly like a miniature galaxy.
The ice cream melted instantly on his tongue.
Cool yet gentle, sweet yet ethereal — it carried a purity that felt like it scrubbed the soul clean.
Light Feather Douluo's entire face softened into an expression of heavenly bliss.
A foolish smile spread across his lips.
"Mine. Mine. These are all mine!"
He clutched his Ice Phoenix dessert protectively and guarded the other sweets like a dragon guarding its hoard, eyeing the others with deep suspicion.
Ghost–Chrysanthemum Table: Peak Pretentiousness
Compared to the reincarnated "starved ghosts" next door, the Elders at Ghost Douluo's table looked much more… "elegant."
Their eyes flicked toward the Worship Hall table with pure disdain.
Look at them.
Just look.
How could the divine dishes personally cooked by Senior be eaten like hog feed?
What a waste of heavenly treasures.
Devil Bear Douluo held his knife and fork with the grace of a lady embroidering silk.
He meticulously cut tiny, exquisite bites of steak, eyes closed as he savored every layer of flavor.
His rugged face, carved with years of battle, reflected three parts intoxication, three parts reverence, and four parts profound relief.
Like someone constipated for three days… finally freed.
This was ritual.
This was respect.
Devil Bear Douluo wept mentally with pride.
This elegance was elegance to the absolute limit.
Across from him, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo clinked their wine glasses lightly.
Ding—
"To our departed ugliness," Ghost Douluo said solemnly.
Ever since Senior restored his appearance, he woke up every morning grateful for his own handsome reflection.
"And to our superior taste," Chrysanthemum Douluo added, lifting his chin toward the Worship Hall table with smug superiority.
Ling Yuan: Fiery Big Sister, Dog-Soul Eating Style
Of course, every group has an outlier.
Spirit Kite Douluo — the only woman among the Elders — completely ignored the refined pretenses of the old geezers.
Elegance?
Posture?
Could those fill her stomach?
She held a giant blue-and-white porcelain bowl and ate like a tornado — devouring everything in sight.
A grain of rice clung to the corner of her mouth.
She didn't notice.
Didn't care.
Knife and fork?
Utterly stupid tools.
Why slice steak when you could tear it apart with your mouth?
Her eating style formed a terrifying contrast with her colleagues' refined façades.
A perfect demonstration of:
A fiery big sister's body… but the soul of a lazy, food-gobbling dog.
Devil Bear Douluo caught sight of her in his peripheral vision.
His hand stiffened mid-cut.
He stared at his perfectly sliced steak pieces…
Then at Ling Yuan, who looked ready to shove her entire face into her bowl.
A sudden, existential doubt struck him:
"…Am I being scammed here?"
For a moment, the restaurant was filled with nothing but chewing noises and satisfied sighs.
A rare moment of harmony.
And then—
Gurgle… gurgle gurgle…
A loud, wronged, pitiful stomach rumble shattered the peace.
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