A few minutes later, an intoxicating aroma drifted out from the kitchen.
As soon as the scent reached the dining area, Ghost Douluo froze.
"This… what is this smell?"
His nose twitched uncontrollably.
Even his eyes—usually hidden behind the eerie black mist—widened in disbelief.
This aroma… was beyond anything he had ever encountered.
He had lived for decades, traveled across the continent, eaten rare beasts, spirit herbs, and exotic delicacies.
But this fragrance—this blend of meat, rice, and some mysterious, otherworldly essence—
felt as if it reached straight into his soul.
Just one whiff, and he felt every cell in his body cheering with joy.
His mouth watered.
A dignified Level 95 Titled Douluo…
drooling over food?
Shameful!
Ghost Douluo forced himself to swallow, trying to preserve his last thread of image.
But the smell only grew stronger.
His stomach grumbled loudly.
"So fragrant…! It's so much richer than anything on the Level 3 menu!"
Yan swallowed hard.
"What do I do? I suddenly want to eat again!"
"You finished eating less than half an hour ago," Xie Yue said, rolling his eyes.
Yet his gaze also drifted helplessly toward the kitchen.
Hu Liena licked the corner of her lips unconsciously before sighing.
"Senior's rule: one meal per person per day."
The three exchanged tragic looks.
They wanted higher-level dishes too!
Even without the lottery draw—just for the taste!
While the trio suffered emotionally, Lin Feng stepped out of the kitchen holding a tray.
"Your dishes are here."
Ghost Douluo immediately straightened up.
His gaze locked onto the tray as if it held the meaning of life.
And honestly… maybe it did.
The dragon blood glutinous coral rice shimmered with a mesmerizing cherry-red glow, each grain crystal clear like carved jewels.
The Mysterious Eye Cold Phosphorus Fish gleamed silver-white, its faintly glowing eyes giving it an ethereal feel. The tender white flesh practically melted from sight alone.
The cup of Nirvana Jade Dew Wine emitted a soft blue radiance, its aroma enough to intoxicate someone without even drinking it.
In contrast, Chrysanthemum Douluo's plate of seven-colored fruit salad…
looked pitifully simple.
Delicate. Beautiful.
But compared to Ghost Douluo's ultimate feast?
Very, very humble.
Chrysanthemum Douluo silently accepted his fate.
He vividly remembered yesterday's near-death stuffing.
Even now, his stomach hadn't fully recovered.
Ghost Douluo picked up his bowl of dragon blood rice, hands trembling.
The smell alone almost killed him.
He scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
And then—
Ghost Douluo's entire body froze.
WHAT. WAS. THIS.
Each ruby-red grain exploded on his tongue, releasing an unreal sweetness and rich energy that surged straight into his soul.
"Holy—!"
He almost cursed but barely restrained himself.
This was the best food he had tasted in his entire life.
Mountain treasures? Ocean delicacies? Spirit herbs?
Compared to this bowl of rice, they were all roadside trash.
All Titled Douluo dignity was thrown into the trash as he devoured the rice like a starving beast.
Chrysanthemum Douluo watched him with concern.
"Eat slower. Don't choke—"
But mid-sentence, he stopped caring.
He took his first bite of the seven-color fruit salad.
Instantly—
all his grievances, trauma, and humiliation evaporated.
Delicious!
Each fruit was layered with nuanced sweetness, forming a perfect harmony in his mouth.
Yesterday's overstuffed suffering?
Gone.
Missing out on the Qi Rong Tong Tian Chrysanthemum?
Who cared?
Right now, only one thought filled his mind—
I want more.
He finished the salad in minutes.
He licked his lips, unsatisfied, cheeks faintly flushed.
Then his gaze drifted toward Ghost Douluo's plate.
Specifically—
the fish.
The fish's aroma was overwhelming.
He could practically see the heat waves calling his name.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart trembled.
Just one bite. One. Bite.
He slowly reached his chopsticks forward…
Closer…
Closer…
Almost—
BANG!
A black boot shot out from under the table and struck his kidney with deadly precision.
"AHH!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo flew sideways.
CLANG!
He landed flat on the floor.
"OLD GHOST! Why did you kick me?!"
Ghost Douluo didn't even glance at him.
Still eating at high speed, he mumbled:
"If you want to eat it, order it yourself. Don't touch my fish."
Every word was filled with righteous fury and protective possessiveness.
Chrysanthemum Douluo scrambled to his feet, brushing off the dust, face turning green with rage.
"You damn ghost! It was just ONE bite!"
"Not. Even. One!"
Ghost Douluo finally looked up, eyes full of vigilance.
"Do you know how fragrant this fish is? There's only one! I don't even dare eat it in big bites!"
As he spoke, he pulled the plate closer to himself like a dragon protecting its treasure.
"You—! Hmph!"
And thus—
Two majestic Titled Douluo ate their meal:
One devouring wildly,
the other sulking with arms crossed.
Ghost Douluo exhaled contentedly afterward, patting his stomach.
"Perfect! Absolutely perfect! I've never had such delicious rice before!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo scoffed, orchid finger aimed at him.
"Look at you. A dignified Titled Douluo, eating like a starving ghost reborn."
Ghost Douluo ignored him completely.
His eyes sparkled with excitement, glancing toward Lin Feng.
"Senior, can we begin the lottery now?"
He rubbed his hands eagerly, like a gambler about to win big.
Lin Feng took a leisurely look at him and nodded.
"Who's first?"
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