Ghost Douluo felt his face pressed firmly against the cold tabletop.
The burning anger in his chest was instantly extinguished.
What replaced it was pure confusion.
What in the world was Chrysanthemum Douluo doing?
Yue Guan could be flamboyant, unreasonable, petty, dramatic, and sharp-tongued—
but he had never suddenly attacked him for no reason.
Especially not in public.
Especially not in this shop.
Ghost Douluo's mind spun at high speed.
Why was Yue Guan so terrified?
Why did he stop him?
Why did he slam his head onto the table like a domestic abuser?
Something wasn't right.
There was something he didn't know.
Meanwhile…
The Golden Generation trio stared at the scene with eyes wide enough to fall out.
Two peak Titled Douluo, one pinning the other to the table—
in a restaurant.
Hu Liena: (…Domestic violence?)
Xie Yue: (They're fighting??)
Yan: (Should I call someone??)
Even Lin Feng, lounging in his rocking chair, paused mid-rock.
He raised an eyebrow.
What new trick is this chrysanthemum fairy performing?
Did he not get taught a lesson thoroughly enough yesterday?
Lin Feng, however, quickly resumed his calm, lazy posture.
Whatever.
As long as they didn't disturb his point-earning operations, they could roll around however they wanted.
Finally, after being mashed into the tabletop long enough, Ghost Douluo couldn't endure it anymore.
"Yue Guan! What exactly happened?!"
He wasn't stupid.
Anyone who could cultivate to Titled Douluo level was far from stupid.
Yue Guan must have had a reason.
Chrysanthemum Douluo took a deep breath, his expression more solemn than ever before.
"Old Ghost. Listen carefully."
His voice trembled slightly, the shadow of yesterday's trauma still etched in his soul.
"In this place… you absolutely must not waste food."
Ghost Douluo froze.
"…I never said I would waste anything. I just said I wanted to try everything!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo nearly tore out his hair.
"You just said you wanted one of everything!"
"So what?" Ghost Douluo muttered. "I can finish it. I'm a Titled Douluo!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo almost knelt.
"LISTEN. TO. ME."
His voice nearly broke.
"In this place, even the appetite of a Titled Douluo…
is the same as an ordinary person's!"
Ghost Douluo blinked.
That… sounded wrong.
"How is that possible? Our physique—"
"If you don't believe me, ask those three kids!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo frantically pointed at the Golden Generation.
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan nodded like chickens pecking grain.
"Yes! Yes! Elder Ghost, the food here has extremely high energy content!"
Yan slipped for a moment:
"Yesterday, Elder Ju ate two dishes and almost—"
He suddenly remembered the 300,000 gold coin hush money.
"—and confirmed his stomach couldn't handle more!"
Good save.
Ghost Douluo fell silent.
After a long moment, he muttered resentfully:
"Then why did you have to slam me into the table? You could've just explained!"
A dignified Level 95 Titled Douluo—
being table-pinned like a rebellious child…
If this spread, would he still have the face to be called Ghost Douluo?
Chrysanthemum Douluo blinked.
Oh.
Right.
He could have just said it.
He coughed awkwardly.
"Uh… I was just worried about you."
He slowly released Ghost Douluo and stepped back with embarrassment.
Ghost Douluo raised his head slowly, his dark face full of resentment.
He appreciated the concern, yes.
But the method was absolutely infuriating.
Chrysanthemum Douluo coughed again.
"Let's order first… Don't keep Senior waiting."
He shoved the menu toward Ghost Douluo and added quickly:
"Today's on me."
Ghost Douluo rubbed the back of his head, shot Yue Guan a fierce glare, but didn't argue further.
He focused on the menu again—
but this time, no more suicidal remarks like "one of everything."
He pointed.
"Dragon Blood Glutinous Coral Rice… sounds nourishing."
"And this Mysterious Eye Cold Phosphorus Fish—just the name alone tells you it's powerful."
His finger drifted to the beverages.
"Nirvana Jade Dew Wine… this wine should be excellent. Senior, I'll take these."
Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a long sigh of relief.
Good.
This old ghost finally wasn't trying to die.
But then—
Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression turned odd.
He touched his stomach slowly, a painful conflict crossing his face.
"Senior, um… I…"
He glanced at Ghost Douluo, then at Lin Feng.
Finally, gritting his teeth as if making the decision of a lifetime:
"…I would like a Seven-Colored Fruit Salad."
Ghost Douluo stared at him like he'd grown three heads.
"A salad? Just a salad?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face flushed.
"I… I'm not very hungry today…"
"Not hungry?"
Ghost Douluo found this even stranger.
"You said higher spending gets better rewards. Shouldn't you order more?"
"I…"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice grew smaller and smaller until he bowed his head.
The truth was—
yesterday's meal had been so filling that his stomach was STILL bloated.
He wasn't hungry at all.
If he didn't need a lottery draw today, he wouldn't have ordered even a salad.
While Chrysanthemum Douluo was squirming in embarrassment—
Lin Feng had already entered the kitchen.
Ghost Douluo imagined a mysterious, unfathomable immortal walking into a sacred space…
But reality was—
The moment Lin Feng stepped into the kitchen, his demeanor flipped like flipping a switch.
His lazy expression disappeared.
He threw two punches into the air—
as if violently beating up an invisible enemy.
"YES! More Titled Douluo-grade leeks entering the shop!"
"I'm about to reach the peak of my life!"
Just picturing the incoming wave of points filled him with explosive motivation.
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