Lin Feng's casual sentence dropped like a heavenly thunderbolt—
And struck perfectly on the skulls of the three trembling beauties in the corner.
Breakfast… this??
Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun went completely blank.
Their souls emptied.
Their faces went chalk-white, like three ghosts who had just seen an even bigger ghost.
They looked at the bowl of soup noodles releasing a biochemical-weapon-level odor…
Then at the plate of black "honeycomb briquettes" that seemed capable of corrupting light itself.
Their stomachs rolled.
They almost joined Angel Rakshasa Dong in a chorus of synchronized vomiting.
For a moment—
The entire hall seemed frozen in time.
Lin Feng leaned lazily against the counter, watching with great interest.
Seeing Hu Liena stand dumbly without moving, he tilted his head and asked, deliberately casual,
"What? Don't want to eat?"
Hu Liena jolted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Her will to survive blasted to maximum output, and she shook her head so fast it nearly left afterimages.
"No! No no no! How could we possibly not want to eat something Master made! Absolutely not!"
Her mouth said words, but her brain was screaming for help.
"We just… we just…"
But she "just" for a whole ten seconds—
And still couldn't come up with anything.
She obviously couldn't tell the truth:
"Master, this looks and smells like shit, I can't swallow it."
That was suicide.
Lin Feng didn't bother waiting for her to finish.
He just turned around and walked into the kitchen.
A moment later, he came out again—
Carrying a MUCH bigger tray.
On it—
Five bowls of hot, steaming, freshly assembled luosifen.
And one whole plate of freshly fried stinky tofu.
Five. Bowls.
The number alone made Zhu Zhuyun's brain switch into full high-speed feline processing mode.
A glint flashed across her eyes.
She reacted instantly.
"Ah!"
Zhu Zhuyun gasped dramatically, face suddenly full of urgency.
"Master, you all eat first! I'll go wake Sister Ah Yin! She… she must be hungry too!"
Before her voice even finished—
Whoosh!
She turned into a streak of black lightning and vanished up the stairs.
She moved so fast she left an afterimage behind.
It was a retreat so decisive, so instinctive, and so cunning—
No one had time to stop her.
Leaving Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing frozen in the wind.
The two looked blankly at the stairs.
Then looked at each other.
In each other's eyes—
They saw the same thing:
Regret.
Despair.
And betrayal.
Damn it!
Why didn't WE think of that excuse?!
Even if delaying only bought one second of life—
It was still one second NOT eating stinky tofu death bombs!
They turned to the five bowls of noodles radiating ominous aura…
Then to Lin Feng, who watched with an amused expression…
Their vision darkened.
At this crucial moment—
Hu Liena's brain finally turned back on.
She forced a smile uglier than crying and said in a trembling voice:
"M-Master… we… we'll wait for them to come down and eat together!
I-It's more lively that way!"
Zhu Zhuqing nodded like a terrified chicken pecking rice.
Meanwhile, at the main seat
Angel Rakshasa Dong—the designated first victim of today's "god-tier menu"—sat as stiff as a corpse.
Rakshasa God's voice trembled in her mind:
[Angel, how about… when he's not looking… we run?]
Her voice was tearful.
[I'd rather have my soul scattered than eat this!!]
Angel God exploded instantly.
[Are you insane?! Do you know what he is?! The moment we step outside the door he'll SLAP us into dust—body AND soul!!]
Rakshasa God wailed:
[But I really don't want to eat shit—!!!]
[I'm a God! A dignified God! How can I eat something so foul?!]
Angel God fell silent for a long moment.
Then—
Her voice softened, surprisingly gentle.
[Calm down. Think carefully.]
[He's an existence far beyond us. He wouldn't actually… really… serve us actual… shi… would he?]
Her tone wasn't convincing anyone.
Not even herself.
[Maybe… it only looks like shit.
Smells like shit…]
Rakshasa God trembled violently.
[Then what?]
Angel God paused.
Organizing her nonsense.
[Then… it might taste like shit too.]
[But in essence—
It's definitely not shit!]
Rakshasa God:
"…"
Then—
A soul-splitting roar:
[WHAT DIFFERENCE IS THERE FROM DIRECTLY EATING SHIT, YOU MORON—!!!]
Angel God:
"…"
Okay.
She had no rebuttal.
But facts remained:
Eating it won't kill them.
NOT eating it definitely will.
Angel God took a deep breath.
Her voice turned desperate.
[Rakshasa…
We have no choice.]
Rakshasa God trembled.
[Then… what do we do?]
Angel God spoke with a tragic, heroic resolve:
[One bite each.]
[I'll go first.]
[I'll show you how to survive this.]
Before Rakshasa could object—
Angel God seized full control of the body.
Her hands shook.
Her heart quivered.
Her soul cried.
But she extended her hand anyway.
Her fair fingers grasped a bamboo skewer—
On the end of which hung a freshly fried black cube.
It lifted slowly.
Closer.
Closer…
The stench intensified, crashing into her senses like tidal waves of decay.
Her stomach rolled.
Her scalp tingled.
Her soul screamed:
"PUT IT DOWN!!!"
But Angel God had already closed her eyes.
She turned her head away.
Her lips parted.
Her pearly teeth bit down—
"Crunch~"
And at that moment—
The entire world seemed to stop breathing.
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