The Female Douluo Instantly Falls for Its Charm!**
Ding–a–ling—
With another crisp ring of the shop bell, Chrysanthemum Douluo dragged in a… creature.
Lin Feng cracked open one eye.
And nearly lost his composure.
Good heavens.
Where did Ju Hua Guan find this… limited-edition leek?
Hair like a bird's nest.
Clothes covered in street dust.
And—wait.
Were those blood-soaked silk scarves stuffed up her nostrils?
What kind of new business model was this?
Kidnap → beat up → drag into store → force to consume?
Spirit Hall had evolved into a full-package MLM scheme?
Lin Feng internally ranted at lightning speed, but outwardly he remained calm, rocking gently as if nothing were happening.
Meanwhile, Spirit Kite Douluo was seconds away from exploding from rage.
As the only female Elder of Spirit Hall, being carried like a rice sack was humiliation level 999.
She vowed that the second she touched the ground, she'd—
—sniff.
The moment she crossed the threshold of Feng Ran Pavilion, a majestic aroma slammed into her like a soul skill.
Her rage shattered instantly.
This scent was no worldly cooking.
It was alive—pouring into her pores, smoothing out her spirit power, and rousing a primal hunger deep in her bones.
"Gulp."
Without meaning to, Spirit Kite Douluo swallowed.
Her struggles ceased on the spot.
What… what is this fragrance…?
Then she remembered the two bloody silk wads clogging her nostrils.
They were now nothing but a tragic blockade between her and paradise.
She carefully tugged one out—
Whoosh.
A sharper, richer wave of aroma surged in.
She yanked out the other.
"Hiss—ha…"
The scent swept through her like a drug, her whole body tingling. Her cheeks flushed, knees slightly weak.
Chrysanthemum Douluo smirked smugly.
See? No one escapes Senior Lin's restaurant.
Spirit Kite Douluo slowly lifted her head to take in the shop—
—and froze.
At the nearest table, Devil Bear Douluo—the Titled Douluo famous for being thick-skinned, blunt, and hot-tempered—was clutching a rice bowl larger than his face…
…and sobbing as he inhaled food.
Not eating.
Worshiping.
Rice dripping with glossy gravy disappeared into his mouth in massive scoops as tears streamed freely.
"Wuuu… so good… so delicious…"
"I've lived nearly a hundred years… only today did I taste real food…"
No dignity.
No Elder prestige.
Just a starving child finally reunited with the mother who abandoned him with no explanations.
The mere aroma plus this psychological trauma-level visual demonstration awakened every dormant gluttonous worm in Spirit Kite Douluo's soul.
All thoughts of being kidnapped? Gone.
Clothes ruined? Who cares.
Jewelry broken? Irrelevant.
One thought remained.
Eat.
This old lady wants to EAT.
Ghost Douluo's voice nudged her back.
"Yue Guan? Why did you bring her? Where's that Ghost Leopard guy?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo plopped the now-docile Spirit Kite into a chair and raised his pinky elegantly.
"Don't mention it!
That tasteless leopard ran faster than a fleeing rabbit. I couldn't be bothered chasing him."
He gave Spirit Kite a sideways glance, chin raised smugly.
"Hmph. She's lucky. Ran into me halfway."
"This heaven-sent opportunity is hers."
"As for that clueless leopard—let him stay stuck at rank 93 forever!"
Then Chrysanthemum Douluo straightened his robes, face instantly switching to a fawning, sickly sweet smile.
"Senior."
His back bent nearly ninety degrees.
"This… new leek—ah, cough, customer—is Spirit Kite Douluo, rank 93."
Lin Feng opened his eyes a sliver.
His gaze swept lazily over Spirit Kite Douluo's disheveled state, then he closed them again, replying only with a low nasal "Mm."
Simple. Calm. But somehow… overwhelmingly oppressive.
Spirit Kite Douluo's mind blanked.
Yue Guan?? You're a rank 95 Titled Douluo—why are you bowing like a disciple to this ordinary young man?!
And that young man—
A Titled Douluo is flattering him, and he doesn't even bother to look?
Who the heck is he?
But before she could spiral further, the aroma smashed into her again.
Thoughts: gone.
Anger: gone.
Judgment: gone.
Eat. Now.
She picked up the menu—
—and nearly fainted on the spot.
"These prices… are they robbing people?!"
A bowl of noodles for nearly ten thousand gold coins?!
Chrysanthemum Douluo instantly recognized the classic "first-time customer shock."
He elegantly raised his pinky, breath sinking into his dantian—
Time for his famous Value Investment Lecture.
"Spirit Kite, don't be scared by the price. Let me tell you, the true value here is—"
He didn't get to finish.
Spirit Kite Douluo abruptly looked up—
past him—
straight at Devil Bear Douluo crying into his rice bowl.
That man was a living advertisement.
More effective than a thousand explanations.
And in the next instant—
"Boss."
Her voice was steady. Clear.
And full of determination.
"One Phoenix Marrow Assorted Dry Noodles."
"One Thousand-Calamity Nirvana Feather Pastry."
"And one Ice-Flame Vermilion Bird Wings."
Chrysanthemum Douluo: "…"
He hadn't even gotten to the good part of his speech.
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