Yan was helped back to his seat by Xie Yue. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression twisted between humiliatioan and fear.
Since childhood, he had never been humbled so brutally—yet in front of absolute strength, all he could do was clench his fists and swallow it.
"We… we'll take three bowls of clear noodle soup."
Xie Yue forced the words out, voice stiff.
The price was outrageous, but money was nothing compared to their lives.
"Please wait a moment."
For the first time, Lin Feng stood up from the rocking chair. His movements were unhurried, almost lazy. He tied on an apron, adjusted a chef's hat, and stepped into the kitchen.
On the outside, he was calm.
Inside?
He was screaming with joy.
"YES! The Golden Generation finally walked into my shop!"
"And they're loaded! Not bad at all!"
As a transmigrator from Blue Star, Lin Feng carried the "Heavens' Delicacy System" and ownership of Feng Ran Pavilion.
Inside this shop, he was king. Even a God descending would have to abide by his rules.
Worse (or better), every dish sold earned him delicacy points at a 10:1 ratio, and the rewards available in the system shop were insane:
Spirit Bones.
Immortal Herbs.
Alien flames.
Sharingan.
Even Ultraman transformation devices.
As a professional chef from his past life, Lin Feng was ecstatic when he first arrived.
He imagined himself standing on the peak of Douluo Continent, one arm wrapped around Qian Renxue, the other around Bibi Dong, casually kicking the God King Tang off his throne.
Then reality slapped him in the face.
Hard.
All because—
His prices were too freaking high.
One bowl of clear soup noodles: 100 gold coins.
Even wealthy Spirit Masters would think twice.
So for an entire week, not a single customer entered the shop.
People would approach, smell the godlike aroma… and flee once they saw the menu.
Lin Feng almost lost his will to live.
No customers → no delicacy points → no rewards → he might as well die.
But finally—today—three suckers, no, three heaven-sent VIPs walked in.
The Golden Generation of Spirit Hall.
Strong backing. High status.
And most importantly—
Rich.
If all went well, news of Feng Ran Pavilion would spread through Spirit Hall by tomorrow.
And when Bibi Dong herself walked in one day…
Now that would be the real payday.
Full of energy, Lin Feng happily ignited the stove.
He cooked with practiced ease—chopping scallions and cilantro, prepping bowls with seasoning, soy sauce, dried shrimp, and the soul of the dish: lard.
The noodles boiled. The broth shimmered.
Within minutes, three steaming bowls were ready.
Clear broth, translucent noodles, golden oil, bright garnishes—
A simple dish, yet indescribably enticing.
The three watched as the bowls were placed before them. Their throats moved in unison.
The aroma overwhelmed everything—
Even fear.
"Enjoy," Lin Feng said lazily, already returning to his rocking chair.
Hu Liena lifted her chopsticks and tasted the first bite.
Instantly—
BOOM.
A tidal wave of flavor exploded in her mouth.
Her taste buds trembled.
Her spirit quivered.
Her soul soared.
The noodles were springy, the broth impossibly rich, each sip bathing her spirit in bliss.
Xie Yue and Yan wore the same stunned expressions. They lowered their heads and devoured the noodles like starving wolves.
All fear evaporated in the sea of flavor.
"So… so good…"
In mere minutes, all three bowls were emptied.
Yan even tilted the bowl to lick the remaining broth.
"It's too delicious…" Hu Liena leaned back, intoxicated. "I never knew clear soup noodles could taste like this…"
Yan and Xie Yue nodded vigorously.
Then—
"That will be three hundred gold coins. Thank you for your patronage."
Lin Feng's voice floated from behind the counter.
The three immediately froze.
Pure bliss → pure heartbreak.
Three hundred gold coins…
Even as the Golden Generation, they weren't used to burning money like this.
"That hurts…" Yan muttered, though his eyes clearly said he wanted a second bowl.
Xie Yue dragged himself to the counter, took out three small cloth money bags, and placed them down with the tragic dignity of someone paying his own ransom.
He turned to leave.
They all turned to leave.
And then—
"Don't go."
Two words.
And the three froze mid-step.
Yan's hand was on the doorknob, frozen like a statue.
Hu Liena turned around, forcing a trembling smile.
"S-Senior… do you… have other instructions?"
Inside, she was panicking.
Does he think we didn't pay enough?! Three hundred gold coins isn't enough for him?! How greedy is this man?!
But Lin Feng's next words made all three exhale in relief.
"I'll give you a lottery draw."
"Lottery?"
Their eyes lit up.
Could the cold-blooded boss… actually have a shred of conscience?
Lin Feng smirked knowingly.
He opened the system panel:
Consumption: 100 (average)
System Evaluation: Three stingy leek minnows. Throw some trash at them and send them away.
Random Reward: Slight Spirit Power Increase ×3
Host Reward: 30 delicacy points
Lin Feng's eyelid twitched.
Trash reward indeed.
He cleared his throat.
"Your luck is bad. Consolation prize—slight spirit power increase."
Three tiny golden lights shot from his fingertips, each merging into a person.
Hu Liena gasped as warm energy surged through her meridians, gentle yet overwhelmingly pure.
Her spirit power climbed—
And in the blink of an eye—
Level 39 → Level 40.
"I… I broke through?"
Her voice trembled. She stared at her hands in disbelief.
Xie Yue and Yan were equally stunned.
While they hadn't reached the next rank, their spirit power had surged dramatically.
The kind of progress that normally required months of training…
Achieved in one second.
Hu Liena swallowed hard, her voice trembling:
"May… may I ask, Senior… who exactly are you…?"