Seeing Yan looking so uneasy, Lin Feng lazily lifted his eyelids.
"If you dare do that again, you'll end up on the Observation List too."
The words struck Yan's heart like a heavy hammer.
His face instantly turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.
The Observation List!
If he ended up on it, the blacklist would be the next step!
At the thought of never being able to come in for a meal or a lottery draw again, Yan's legs began to go weak.
"Senior! I was wrong! I really was wrong!"
Yan hurriedly leaped up from his chair and kept apologizing to Lin Feng. He was practically ready to kowtow to him on the spot.
"I shouldn't have cut in line! I shouldn't have broken the rules! I swear I'll never make that mistake again!"
Lin Feng glanced at him and waved dismissively.
"Forget it. Since it's your first offense, I'll let it slide this time."
"But if you do anything like that again..."
Lin Feng didn't finish, but his cool tone made Yan understand perfectly well.
"Yes, yes! It won't happen again!" Yan nodded again and again, as if pardoned from a death sentence.
Just then, Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly pulled out a delicate little notebook and began scribbling in it, muttering as he wrote.
"No cutting in line... no causing trouble... no wasting food..."
He wrote with utmost seriousness, looking just like a schoolboy taking notes in class.
"No questioning the menu prices... no thinking about dining and dashing... no questioning Senior's words..."
Watching this Level 95 Titled Douluo earnestly record the "Restaurant Rules," Hu Liena and the other two couldn't help twitching at the corners of their mouths.
Ghost Douluo leaned over beside Chrysanthemum Douluo. Looking at the "prohibitions" written one by one in the notebook, he lowered his voice and asked with a strange look in his eyes:
"Are all the things you wrote here... mistakes you made yesterday?"
Ghost Douluo's question sounded casual, but it was like a boulder crashing into a still lake.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand, which had been scribbling furiously in the notebook, froze at once.
His bewitching face first turned deathly pale, then flushed a deep liver-red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
Like a machine, Chrysanthemum Douluo turned his head inch by inch until he was facing Ghost Douluo's probing gaze.
"Utter nonsense!"
After a long moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo finally forced the four words through his teeth, his voice so shrill it nearly cracked.
"I... I'm just summing up the experience! I'm compiling valuable lessons for the younger generation of Spirit Hall, so those idiots who come after us won't make the same mistakes!"
He straightened his back and forced his face into a solemn expression that said, "I've worn myself to the bone for Spirit Hall," then rapped his knuckles against the notebook.
"Exactly! That's all it is!"
Ghost Douluo's brows twitched. His expression, on a face usually shrouded in black mist, had become exceedingly strange.
Knowing his old partner of several decades, Ghost Douluo suspected that Chrysanthemum Douluo had either been thoroughly taught a lesson by the mysterious Senior Lin here yesterday or had made a colossal fool of himself.
Judging by his reaction, it was probably both.
Ghost Douluo grumbled inwardly, but didn't press him any further. He simply nodded as though he didn't know what was going on and turned his gaze back toward the counter.
There, Xie Yue had already respectfully taken the spot where Yan had stood earlier.
He had witnessed Yan being "punished" for cutting in line, and he had seen his younger sister gain an eight-thousand-year Soul Ring out of nowhere just from having a meal. At that moment, he was both excited and nervous.
He carefully set four hundred and fifty Gold Soul Coins on the counter, then imitated Hu Liena and bowed deeply to Lin Feng.
"Senior, it's my turn to draw."
Lin Feng found his respectful attitude quite pleasing.
He glanced at the Gold Soul Coins on the counter and thought to himself:
"System, draw."
[Consumption: 450 Gold Soul Coins.] [System evaluation: Another well-behaved little leek. Acceptable performance.] [Random reward: Martial Soul slightly enhanced; Moon Blade Martial Soul's sharpness greatly increased.] [Host reward: 45 Gourmet Points.]
Martial Soul enhancement?
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. That was a good reward, a genuine boost to Xie Yue's combat strength.
He lifted his eyelids and looked at Xie Yue, who was full of anticipation, then spoke unhurriedly.
"Your reward is a slight enhancement to your Martial Soul."
"Your Moon Blades will become much sharper than before."
As he spoke, Lin Feng raised his index finger and lightly pointed toward Xie Yue.
A sharp silver streak of light burst from his fingertip, fast as lightning, and vanished into the space between Xie Yue's brows.
Xie Yue felt a cold, keen energy pour through his limbs and bones, then gather in his Martial Soul.
He could even clearly "hear" his Martial Soul humming excitedly.
"Whoosh!"
He instinctively raised both hands, and a pair of beautifully shaped, blood-red Moon Blades appeared in his grasp.
As soon as the Moon Blades appeared, the air in the entire restaurant seemed to turn several degrees sharper.
Hu Liena and Yan both instinctively took half a step back. They could feel that the pair of Moon Blades in Xie Yue's hands radiated a danger unlike anything they had sensed before!
Light rippled across the blood-red blades, and a faint chill glinted along their edges. It seemed that even one glance could make your eyes sting.
"S-so sharp!"
Xie Yue's eyes widened. Feeling the surging power of his Martial Soul, he spoke with a voice trembling with excitement.
He even had the sense that if he sparred with Yan again now, he wouldn't need a Soul Skill. The sharpness of his Moon Blades alone would be enough to break through Yan's defenses with ease!
"My attack power has increased by at least thirty percent!" Xie Yue gripped the Moon Blades tightly, looking at Lin Feng with fervent admiration.
This was simply a miracle!
Just by having a meal, his Martial Soul had been enhanced to such a terrifying degree!
Watching from the side, Yan's eyes reddened with envy. He was filled with regret.
Martial Soul enhancement! That was far more precious than a simple increase in Soul Power!
If he'd just followed the rules earlier, might he have drawn such a great reward too?
He wore a long face and looked toward Lin Feng, only to realize that Senior hadn't even glanced at him. That made him feel even more dejected.
Meanwhile, Ghost Douluo, watching as a bystander, had completely lost control of his expression beneath the black mist that usually shrouded his face.
Shock!
Unprecedented shock!
The look he gave Lin Feng had changed from initial suspicion to the same awe and fervent admiration Chrysanthemum Douluo had shown.
At last, he understood why Chrysanthemum Douluo had lost his composure.
In the face of such an existence, any pride or restraint seemed utterly ridiculous.
This was an enormous opportunity!
An opportunity so great it could change the course of Spirit Hall—and even the entire continent!
At that thought, Ghost Douluo could no longer maintain the composure expected of a Titled Douluo.
He abruptly turned around and grabbed Chrysanthemum Douluo by the collar while he was still writing furiously in his notebook!
"Yue Guan!"
"Huh?"
Caught off guard by Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo was completely dumbfounded.
"Old Ghost, what are you doing?! Let go! Let go already!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo shrieked and tried desperately to pry Ghost Douluo's hand loose.
But Ghost Douluo's withered hand was like an iron clamp, locked fast around his collar.
"They're finished drawing, right?! They're done, aren't they?!"
Ghost Douluo's eyes were bloodshot. He was nothing like his usual sinister, inscrutable self. Grabbing Chrysanthemum Douluo by the collar, he shook him wildly and demanded in a frantic voice:
"It's our turn now, right?! We can order now, can't we?! Hurry! Ask Senior already!"