Ugh—!**
Dawn.
Lin Feng opened his eyes, feeling refreshed. He stretched lazily on the soft, spacious bed.
Beside him, a delicate figure curled up quietly, breathing softly and steadily.
Ah Yin's long blue hair spilled across the pillow like a waterfall, her sleeping face peaceful, a faint smile lingering on her lips—who knew what sweet dreams she was having?
Last night, she had insisted on "learning" from Zhu Zhuqing's previous demonstration and used her soft, boneless little hands to give Lin Feng a full-body massage.
That gentle touch, together with the soothing fragrance of plants and life force naturally emanating from her body, was more effective than any tranquilizing medicine.
Lin Feng smiled lightly.
He didn't disturb her.
With soundless steps, he slipped out of bed and went downstairs.
Morning Routine… with a Twist
When he entered the first-floor living room, three beautiful figures were already busy with their morning tasks.
"Good morning, Master."
They paused simultaneously and bowed with perfect coordination.
Lin Feng gave a faint nod, but his eyes did not linger on them.
Instead, he looked straight toward the entrance.
There, sitting alone on the steps with her back facing the door, was a familiar silhouette.
Her head bobbed repeatedly like a half-dead pigeon, on the verge of collapsing face-first onto the ground any moment.
That frail, exhausted posture—
Was that…
Bibi Dong?
No.
Lin Feng immediately realized.
It was Bibi Dong's old body.
The one being shared—rather chaotically—by the Angel God and Rakshasa God.
He frowned.
What were these two doing squatting outside all night?
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap.
The thick glass door opened silently.
The gentle morning breeze brushed past the figure—
"Ah!"
She jolted violently—springing up from the step like a corpse revived.
Angel Rakshasa Dong spun around.
The moment she saw Lin Feng standing in the doorway, her eyes lit up like twin suns.
In three quick steps, she rushed up to him—borderline jogging.
"Sir! Is it time to open the shop?"
Her voice belonged to the Angel God—full of anticipation and nervous excitement.
Lin Feng's gaze swept over her face.
Those faint but unmistakable dark circles made his expression turn strange.
"You two waited outside my shop… the entire night?"
At his question, Angel Dong's delicate face instantly twisted with indignation.
She put her hands on her hips and huffed.
"Don't even get me started!"
"I wanted to return to the Hall of Worship! That place has countless believers' faith power—perfect for repairing my weakened soul!"
"But that crazy Rakshasa refused to let me leave! Forced me to stay here waiting for you!"
Before she could finish—
Her entire body jerked violently, like a broken radio switching channels.
Then—
Rakshasa God Online.
She rolled her eyes dramatically and retorted at full volume:
"Nonsense!"
"That stinky Hall of Worship is full of disgusting light-attribute divine power! That place is no different from a latrine to me!"
"Why should I let you drag this body there to suffer?!"
After cursing the Angel God, she immediately turned her eyes to Lin Feng.
Her expression shifted instantly—
from arrogance
to flattery so smooth it practically shone.
"Of course—" her tone became sticky sweet, "—that is only a small part of the reason."
Rakshasa Dong rubbed her hands together, her eyes glowing with sincerity.
"Yesterday, while we were eating barbecue, we heard those Titled Douluo say that your personal cooking is ten thousand times tastier than skewers! That eating it feels like the divine soul ascending!!"
"And we also learned the rule here—first come, first served! If you're late, you can't order!"
"So my sister and I discussed it."
"We decided to wait outside all night… just so we could be the first to taste your god-level cuisine!"
Her tone was righteous, her logic airtight—
and her flattery impeccable.
The Angel God, who had been preparing to scold her, was stunned speechless.
Inside their shared mind:
[…I didn't expect you, this vicious hag, to be so good at flattering?!]
Rakshasa God snorted proudly.
[Unlike you, miss righteous. If you knew how to adapt, would those Sea God dogs have ganged up and killed you?]
Angel God's soul trembled violently.
That hit a raw nerve.
She exploded.
[They only succeeded because—!]
[Enough, enough!]
Rakshasa God cut her off mercilessly.
[Save your tragic backstory. I just want to eat whatever those idiots said can make the soul feel ecstatic!]
At the entrance, Lin Feng merely raised an eyebrow at the Rakshasa God's flawless butt-kissing.
He turned and walked inside.
"Come in."
"Thank you, Sir! Thank you, Sir!!"
Angel Rakshasa Dong rushed in happily and sat at a table, reaching for the menu—
"Wait."
Her hand froze mid-air.
Her heart froze too.
"S-Sir… y-you mean… we can't eat here…?"
Lin Feng shook his head slowly.
He looked at her with a calm, assessing gaze.
"The original owner of that body was only level 99."
"But the two of you inside?"
"You're actual gods."
"So—"
A faint, meaningful smile tugged at his lips.
"The ordinary menu is no longer suitable for you."
"You can eat… a god-level dish."
God-Level. Dish.
Hu Liena and the others froze mid-task, eyes widening.
Angel Rakshasa Dong stiffened—
then exploded with joy.
She bounced up from the chair and bowed repeatedly.
"Thank you, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"
Lin Feng ignored her.
"For god-level dishes, there is no menu."
"What you eat depends entirely on my mood."
After saying that, he didn't summon a clone.
Instead—
To everyone's shock—
He personally rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.
A rare event.
Lin Feng pondered.
The first god-level dish must be something special.
Something personal.
Something he himself wanted to eat.
Then—
an idea flashed.
His lips curved.
That would do.
A Heavenly Aroma? A Divine Fragrance? No—
A few minutes later, a faint wisp of greenish smoke drifted out from the kitchen.
It floated softly—
right toward Angel Rakshasa Dong.
She inhaled instinctively.
Her expression instantly became devout and intoxicated.
Here it comes!
A god-level dish!
A divine fragrance!
A soul-cleansing aura!
Let me—
let me take a deep breath—
let me savor—
She inhaled deeply.
Very deeply.
Then—
Her intoxicated expression froze.
Her body stiffened.
Her eyes flew open—
Bloodshot.
Terrified.
About to burst out of her skull.
And then—
"Ugh—!!!"
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