Seeing Yan's terrified and uneasy expression, Lin Feng lazily lifted his eyelids.
"If you ever dare to do that again, you'll be placed on the observation list."
Those light, casual words landed in Yan's heart like a sledgehammer.
His face instantly turned pale.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead.
The observation list…
And after the observation list—
the blacklist.
Just imagining never being able to enter the restaurant again…
never eating again…
never drawing again…
Yan's legs almost buckled.
"S–Senior! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
Yan leaped out of his chair like a frightened rabbit and apologized repeatedly, nearly kneeling.
"I shouldn't have cut in line! I shouldn't have broken the rules! I absolutely won't make such a mistake again!"
Lin Feng glanced at him, then lazily waved his hand.
"Forget it. It's your first offense, so I won't pursue it."
"But if it happens again…"
He didn't finish the sentence.
But that casual tone made Yan's blood run cold.
"Yes, yes, yes! Absolutely no next time!" Yan nodded madly, as if receiving a royal pardon.
Right then, Chrysanthemum Douluo pulled out a small notebook—delicate, pink, suspiciously cute—
and began scribbling while muttering:
"No cutting in line… no causing trouble… no wasting food…"
He wrote furiously, posture disciplined like a primary schooler taking notes seriously.
"No questioning prices… no thinking about free meals… no doubting Senior's words…"
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan all twitched at the corners of their mouths.
Ghost Douluo leaned over, voice light and airy:
"These rules you wrote…
Are these all mistakes you made yesterday?"
Boom.
The small notebook froze mid-stroke.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face drained white—
then flushed red—
then turned purple—
and finally reached the iconic "pig-liver color."
He slowly, mechanically, turned his head to Ghost Douluo.
"Nonsense!"
After several seconds of internal torment, he squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.
"I— I am summarizing experience!
I am summarizing valuable experience for the juniors of Spirit Hall!
To prevent idiots from making the same mistakes!"
He puffed out his chest and tapped the notebook with righteous indignation.
"That's right! Exactly!"
Ghost Douluo's brows twitched.
Given his decades of experience with this old partner, he knew exactly what this meant.
This guy had either been scolded miserably yesterday…
or humiliated miserably…
Probably both.
Ghost Douluo silently sighed and didn't expose him.
He simply turned toward the counter—
where Xie Yue had already stepped forward.
Having personally witnessed Yan's "punishment,"
then watching his sister suddenly gain an 8,000-year spirit ring,
Xie Yue was both excited and cautious.
He placed four hundred fifty gold coins on the counter and bowed respectfully.
"Senior, I am here for my draw."
This proper attitude made Lin Feng quite satisfied.
He glanced at the gold coins and called the system.
"Draw."
[Consumption: 450 gold coins.]
[Evaluation: A sensible little leek. Performance acceptable.]
[Reward: Slight strengthening of Spirit. Greatly increased sharpness of Moon Blade Spirit.]
[Host reward: 45 gourmet points.]
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.
This was a solid reward—
a direct boost to Xie Yue's combat power.
He looked at the expectant Xie Yue.
"Your reward is slight strengthening of your Spirit.
Your Moon Blades will become much sharper than before."
He lifted a finger and flicked lightly.
A silver streak of light shot out and entered Xie Yue's glabella.
Xie Yue trembled.
A cold, razor-sharp power surged into his limbs, finally gathering within his Spirit.
He felt his Spirit practically purring in excitement.
"Swish!"
A pair of blood-red Moon Blades appeared instantly in his hands.
The moment they materialized, the air in the entire restaurant seemed to sharpen.
Hu Liena and Yan immediately retreated half a step.
The Moon Blades exuded a dangerous aura stronger than ever before.
The red blades shimmered with a cold, dazzling sheen—as if even looking at them would sting the eyes.
"So… sharp!"
Xie Yue's hands trembled.
He could feel the terrifying increase in destructive power.
He had the strong feeling that if he fought Yan right now, he wouldn't even need skills—
just a casual slash could break Yan's defenses.
"My attack power has increased… at least thirty percent!"
He looked at Lin Feng with blazing admiration.
This wasn't a meal anymore—
this was a miracle.
Yan watched, eyes red with jealousy, silently regretting every bad decision he had ever made.
Spirit strengthening!
This was hundreds of times more valuable than a mere spirit power increase!
All because he cut in line…
Lin Feng didn't even look at him.
That made him even more depressed.
Meanwhile, Ghost Douluo—
the long-time number one "deadpan face" of Spirit Hall—
had completely lost all composure.
Shock.
Astonishment.
Fanatic admiration.
All on full display.
He finally understood why Yue Guan had been panicking earlier.
Before such an existence, any pride, composure, or skepticism was just foolishness.
This was opportunity.
A supreme, heaven-sent opportunity.
One that could change not only Spirit Hall—
but the entire continent.
The realization overwhelmed him.
He suddenly whirled around—
and grabbed Chrysanthemum Douluo by the collar!
"Yue Guan!!"
"Huh?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was still earnestly writing "restaurant rules," was scared half to death.
"Old Ghost! What are you doing?! Let go! Let go!"
Ghost Douluo's grip tightened.
His eyes were bloodshot, his expression frantic.
"They're done drawing, right? THEY'RE DONE, RIGHT?!"
He shook Chrysanthemum Douluo violently.
"It's OUR TURN NOW, RIGHT?
Is it our turn to order?!
HURRY! Hurry up and ask Senior!!"
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