Although the sound wasn't loud, who in this room wasn't sharp-eared?
In an instant, everyone froze—
Everyone except Bibi Dong, who was still crushing her spider with murderous determination, and Spirit Kite Douluo, who was fully immersed in devouring her food.
Lion Douluo's noodle hung halfway into his mouth, suspended.
Light Feather Douluo's spoon of ice cream was frozen mid-air.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo's wine cups stopped mid-clink.
All pairs of eyes—uniformly filled with shock, confusion, and a barely suppressed "Oh no… don't laugh… don't laugh…"—slowly turned in unison.
And there stood the source of the sound:
Qian Daoliu.
Arms folded.
Back ramrod straight.
Stance stubborn enough to split mountains.
His entire posture screamed "I absolutely refuse to compromise"…
Yet his stomach had just cried out with the grievance of a wronged widow.
Silence flooded the restaurant.
Everyone was thrown entirely off balance by the abrupt absurdity.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo's expressions were especially tragic—
Their earlier air of superiority stiffened on their faces like stone carvings.
Their lips twitched violently, desperately suppressing laughter that threatened to explode.
The other Worship Elders were no better.
Lion Douluo still had a noodle dangling from his lips like a sad little flag.
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, who had just been battling over a single piece of pork, were frozen mid-snatch, chopsticks suspended in an unintentionally comedic pose.
Every gaze in the hall locked onto that proud, stubborn back.
Qian Daoliu felt his face heat up more fiercely than the True Sun Flame in his Martial Soul.
It's over.
A lifetime of awe-inspiring prestige… ruined in old age.
He could practically feel the gleefully mocking stares drilling into the back of his head.
He didn't dare turn around.
If he didn't move… perhaps the shame would not recognize him.
As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who will be embarrassed!
Just when the awkwardness could fill an entire three-bedroom apartment, someone broke the stalemate.
Light Feather Douluo stared at the untouched bowl of egg fried rice in front of him… then at Qian Daoliu's stubbornly averted head.
His azure eyes lit up.
A brilliant idea was born.
Holding the fragrant golden bowl, he happily trotted around and stood directly in front of the High Priest.
"Big Brother? Are you hungry?"
His voice was bright, innocent, and far too loud.
PFFT—!
Chrysanthemum Douluo directly sprayed his wine.
Qian Daoliu's temples throbbed.
He nearly erupted on the spot.
Brat! Can't you speak like a normal human?!
But Light Feather Douluo's next sentence strangled his fury in an instant:
He held out the bowl with both hands, smiling pure as a spring breeze.
"Big Brother, this rice is too delicious. I can't finish it.
Could you help me eat some? Throwing it away would be such a waste!"
Azure Luan Douluo's eyes immediately softened—not with pity, but with paternal pride.
Good boy!
He finally knows how to give Big Brother a way out!
What a considerate child!
…Of course, Light Feather Douluo received none of this heartfelt relief.
If he heard Azure Luan's thoughts, he'd be utterly confused.
"Huh?
Way out?
What do you mean my brain is suddenly working?"
At this moment, his heart was utterly pure:
He simply didn't want to eat his main dish.
This "Soul-Shattering Egg Fried Rice" was divine, yes—
But!
Main dishes filled the stomach!
And he needed space for his true loves:
Star Guardian Ice Cream
and
Osmanthus Love Mousse!
He had already learned the rules:
Wasting food was the gravest sin. It meant being blacklisted.
And Light Feather Douluo would sooner die than lose his dessert privileges.
Giving the rice to Big Brother?
Perfect solution!
Gold Crocodile Douluo, seeing the opportunity, coughed theatrically, suppressing laughter as he launched his performance.
He clutched his stomach, contorting his face so melodramatically it looked like he was giving birth.
"Big Brother… urk—!"
A perfectly timed hiccup.
"We really can't eat another bite… our stomachs are bursting."
"Guang Ling has filial piety, so… why don't you help him? Wasting food is shameful!"
Qian Daoliu looked at the golden bowl before him.
He gulped.
The fragrance alone was enough to make one transcend.
His rigid expression cracked.
He stiffly glanced around.
"Is… that so? You all can't eat anymore?"
Who could possibly not understand the situation?
The man had swallowed loud enough to shake the heavens.
Lion Douluo instantly caught the cue, inhaled his remaining noodles in three bites, and spoke while chewing:
"Yes, Big Brother! I've never eaten so much! My belt is about to snap!"
He patted his round stomach vigorously—
thud.
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo entered "sage mode," nodding solemnly.
"Big Brother, we've reached our limit. Our spirit power is circling in our stomachs. Truly full."
"If we eat any more, we'll vomit on the spot, Big Brother."
With everyone laying out the red carpet—
Qian Daoliu finally saw his escape route.
He cleared his throat, putting on a façade of reluctant benevolence.
"Ahem. Since you all insist so earnestly…"
"So be it!"
He sighed dramatically, as if making a great sacrifice.
"To honor Guang Ling's filial piety, and to prevent waste…"
"This old man shall reluctantly… assist you."
Before the sentence even ended—
He SNATCHED the bowl like golden lightning.
Hands trembling, he scooped a large spoonful, as if holding the most priceless treasure in the world.
With a tragic expression—as if marching to execution—he brought it to his lips.
The moment the rice entered his mouth…
Qian Daoliu went completely still.
His mind emptied.
What was this?
This wasn't egg fried rice…
This was divine revelation.
Each grain was like a drop of golden sunlight wrapped in feather-light egg, bursting gently on his tongue.
How could mere rice and egg produce such a soul-melting fragrance?
And that minced meat—
He didn't even know what meat it was!
But its aroma shattered all his defenses, overran his senses, conquered his soul—
His hand moved on its own.
The spoon began shoveling rice into his mouth uncontrollably, like a man possessed.
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