Ning Fengzhi stared blankly at the surreal scene before him, completely bewildered.
He pulled Bone Douluo aside and asked him in a low voice.
After listening to Bone Douluo's embellished description, Ning Fengzhi's expression went from astonishment to shock, and then to an indescribable strangeness.
Finally, he let out a long sigh, and when he looked at Ning Rongrong, there was a hint of relief that he himself did not realize.
The harsh realities of society are indeed the best catalyst for growth.
And it's only been one day!
His daughter had already learned how to survive in adversity, and even knew how to use her own value to fight for her own greatest benefit.
Although this "value"... is just grilled skewers.
But that's not important!
The important thing is, she's grown up!
Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi's heartache over his daughter "becoming" a barbecue worker instantly vanished.
He cleared his throat, his face once again displaying the signature gentle smile of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School Master, and walked towards Ning Rongrong.
" Ning Rongrong."
His voice was full of fatherly kindness.
"Look, Father has traveled a long way and is hungry. Could you..."
However, he hadn't finished speaking.
"Whoosh!"
A burly figure instantly blocked his way; it was none other than Golden Crocodile Douluo.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo crossed his arms and looked down at him with a rather unfriendly tone.
"Trying to cut in line?"
"I..."
"Get in line at the back!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo pointed bluntly to the end of the line.
Ning Fengzhi's smile froze on his face.
He, the dignified Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School and the leader of the Upper Three Sects, was actually asked to queue up?
"Senior Golden Crocodile, I am Ning Rongrong's father."
He tried to reason with them.
What happened to her father?
Beside him, Douluo added in a muffled voice.
"Does her father get special treatment?"
"The rules here are fair and equal for everyone, young and old!"
The Subduing Demon Douluo added righteously.
"That's right! Even if you're her father, or even her grandfather, you'd better get in line today!"
Bone Douluo silently turned away, feeling a burning pain on his face.
Ning Fengzhi was completely speechless.
Looking at the "Even the Heavenly King himself has to queue" expressions on the faces of those Title Douluo, he could only shake his head with a wry smile and slink to the back of the line.
On the other side.
Lin Feng's barbecue feast was finally coming to an end.
The table was a mess of cups and plates, with only some bare bamboo skewers remaining.
Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun, the four girls, all had rosy cheeks from eating, fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, and identical expressions of contentment on their faces, which they described as "happiness."
Even Lin Feng looked completely at ease.
Iced beer with freshly grilled meat skewers—the taste is simply indescribable!
This was definitely the most comfortable and happiest day he had since he transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.
"Hiccup~"
A soft, slightly coquettish burp came from beside me.
Lin Feng turned his head and saw that Bibi Dong's pretty face was flushed, and her pair of stunning purple eyes were now watery and misty.
She leaned softly against Lin Feng, as if she had no bones left, and her delicate hand was intentionally or unintentionally drawing circles on his chest.
This woman is drunk.
" Lin Feng..."
Her breath was sweet and fragrant, carrying the warm scent of alcohol. She leaned close to Lin Feng's ear and whispered in a soft, sweet voice that could melt a person's bones.
"I... I don't want to go home tonight."
" The Spirit Hall Bingbing and uninteresting."
"I want to... stay here, okay?"
The room fell silent upon hearing this.
The implication in those words was so blatant that it made the air feel scorching.
The dozen or so titled Douluo were queuing up to be fed froze, their eyes wide open and their ears perked up.
Holy crap!
What kind of indecent language is this?!
Your His Holiness the Pope, is this... a way of offering yourself up for the throne?!
A tremendous wave of emotion surged through everyone's hearts!
If this works out, won't they have to call the restaurant owner "boss" from now on?!
In the crowd, Qian Renxue's face instantly darkened.
Her beautiful golden eyes were fixed on Bibi Dong, who was practically clinging to Lin Feng, her teeth clenched, and alarm bells blaring in her mind.
no!
Absolutely not!
If this woman succeeds, won't I soon have a whole bunch of younger brothers and sisters?
However, just as everyone was stunned by this shocking revelation, an urgent voice broke the eerie silence.
" Your His Holiness the Pope, this is probably against the rules."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
It was Zhu Zhuyun who spoke.
At this moment, she was standing not far from Lin Feng, and the charming smile that had been on her face had long since disappeared.
Instead, a complex expression emerged, a mixture of tension, vigilance, and a strong sense of possessiveness.
She stood ramrod straight, her hands clasped in front of her, trying her best to adopt the professional demeanor of a shop assistant.
But the burning flame in her beautiful eyes, fixed on Bibi Dong, betrayed her true thoughts.
What are the rules?
None of the rules at the Maple Dye Pavilion state that female guests are not allowed to stay overnight!
She instinctively felt an unprecedented sense of crisis!
Who is Bibi Dong?
The Pope the Spirit Hall! The woman at the very top of power in the Douluo Continent!
In terms of status, strength, and appearance, they are all superior to Zhu Zhuyun!
If this woman really gets there first, what advantage will I have as an employee?!
no!
Absolutely not!
This position of boss lady can only belong to Zhu Zhuyun!
At the very least... she has to be the first one!
A flash of approval crossed Qian Renxue's eyes.
good!
Well said!
This woman named Zhu Zhuyun, though she didn't seem like someone to be trifled with, was, at this moment, his most steadfast ally!
However, Bibi Dong, who was at the center of the storm, seemed not to have heard Zhu Zhuyun's words at all.
She didn't even bother to spare a glance.
In her eyes, Zhu Zhuyun was nothing more than a pretty shop assistant who had luckily gained the favor of her seniors.
Her beautiful purple eyes, misty with tears, remained fixed on Lin Feng, filled with expectation and pleading, like a favored concubine awaiting the emperor's approval.
Zhu Zhuyun bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, her heart filled with resentment and grievance.
But she looked at Lin Feng with equal nervousness.
senior...
What would you choose?
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the man who had remained calm throughout.
Qian Daoliu's eyes were deep, while Qian Renxue's gaze held a hint of tension.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other onlookers held their breath, afraid of missing any detail.
Only Ning Rongrong remained squatting on the small stool, oblivious to everything else, focused solely on grilling Sage Skewers.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Lin Feng finally moved.
He didn't say anything, but slowly put down his beer glass.
Then, he extended a finger and gently touched Bibi Dong's smooth, full forehead, pushing away her increasingly close and beautiful face.
You've had too much to drink.