A Domestic Violence Scene? Chrysanthemum Douluo Wasn't Very Hungry

Ghost Douluo felt his face pressed against the cold tabletop, and that sudden flare of anger was instantly extinguished.

In its place, a massive sense of confusion took hold.

What was Chrysanthemum Douluo doing?

Although this guy was usually flamboyant and strange, he would never lay a hand on him without a reason.

Let alone in a setting like this!

Ghost Douluo's mind raced, trying to make sense of the current situation.

Why had Yue Guan looked so terrified just a moment ago? Why had he stopped him? Why had he pinned him to the table?

There must be something he didn't know!

On the other side, the three members of the Golden Generation watched this scene, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

They wondered if these two elders were having some kind of internal conflict.

No, wait!

Could it be... domestic violence!?

Sitting in his rocking chair, Lin Feng's face also flashed with a look of bewilderment.

What kind of trouble was this Chrysanthemum stirring up now?

He had just taught him a lesson for courting death yesterday, and today he was already back at it?

However, Lin Feng quickly composed his expression, returning to his usual calm and indifferent demeanor.

Forget it, as long as these two clowns didn't interfere with him earning points, they could toss and turn however they liked.

Ghost Douluo remained pinned to the table for a good while before he finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Yue Guan! What on earth is going on?"

He was no fool; on the contrary, having reached the level of a Titled Douluo, Ghost Douluo's intelligence was certainly not low.

There had to be a reason for this abnormal behavior.

Chrysanthemum Douluo took a deep breath, his expression becoming serious as never before.

"Old Ghost, listen to me carefully."

He lowered his voice, his eyes flickering with the shadows left behind by yesterday's traumatic experience.

"In this place, you are absolutely forbidden from wasting food!"

Ghost Douluo, still pinned to the table with his face against the cold surface, spoke in a muffled voice.

"I never said I was going to waste it! I just said I wanted to try everything!"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to order one of everything on the menu to try?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled, clearly terrified by yesterday's ordeal.

"Do you know what that means? It means you'd be ordering every single dish on the menu!"

"So what? It's not like I can't finish it!"

Ghost Douluo still hadn't realized the gravity of the situation, his tone carrying a hint of defiance.

"I am a Titled Douluo, after all; I certainly have the appetite for that much!"

Hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo nearly dropped to his knees on the spot.

"Listen to me!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice sounded like he was about to cry. He pressed down on Ghost Douluo firmly, terrified that the other man might say something even more earth-shattering.

"In this place, even a Titled Douluo has an appetite no different from an ordinary person!"

"What?"

Ghost Douluo paused, feeling that something about this statement didn't sound right.

"Are you joking? How could our Titled Douluo constitutions be the same as an ordinary person's?"

"If you don't believe me, ask those three little ones!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo pointed toward the three members of the Golden Generation nearby.

Upon hearing this, Hu Liena and the others nodded frantically.

"Yes, yes! Elder Ghost, the food here has an incredibly high energy content!"

"Yesterday, Elder Chrysanthemum..."

Yan almost instinctively blurted out how Chrysanthemum Douluo had been stuffed to the point of rolling his eyes, but fortunately, he remembered the 300,000 in hush money they had received and quickly corrected himself.

"Yesterday, Elder Chrysanthemum verified it; he was full after just two dishes."

Hearing this, Ghost Douluo fell silent.

After a long while, Ghost Douluo finally spoke in a tone tinged with resentment:

"Then why did you have to pin me to the table? Couldn't you have just told me?"

As a dignified level-95 Title Douluo, when had he ever been treated like this?

If this got out, would he, Ghost Douluo, have any face left?

Chrysanthemum Douluo froze for a moment, blinking his eyes.

Right...

It seemed he could have just said it directly...

It appeared he had been a bit too reactive.

Thinking back on all the embarrassing displays he had made in front of Lin Feng yesterday, Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression turned somewhat awkward.

"That..." Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice sounded a bit hollow, "I was just worried about you, wasn't I?"

He carefully released his hand from Ghost Douluo's body and then sheepishly retreated to the side.

Ghost Douluo slowly lifted his head from the table, his dark, shadowy face filled with resentment.

Although he could tell that Yue Guan was worried about him, this way of showing concern... was truly enough to drive someone mad.

"Ahem!" Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his hand, forcing an awkward smile onto his face. "Let's hurry up and order; let's not keep the senior waiting."

As he spoke, he hurriedly pushed the menu in front of Ghost Douluo. "My treat today."

Ghost Douluo rubbed the back of his head and glared fiercely at Chrysanthemum Douluo, but he didn't pursue the matter further.

He turned his attention back to the menu, though this time he wouldn't be saying anything foolish like "I'll take one of everything."

"Dragon Blood Glutinous Coral Rice... this name sounds very nourishing."

Ghost Douluo smacked his lips. "And this Profound Eye Cold Phosphorus Fish; just hearing the name tells you it's no ordinary item."

His finger traced across the menu, finally stopping at the drinks section.

"Other Shore Jade Dew Wine... this wine sounds quite good. That will be all, thank you, Senior."

Hearing Ghost Douluo's order, Chrysanthemum Douluo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, this old ghost finally wasn't trying to court death.

But just then, Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression suddenly turned strange. He rubbed his stomach, a look of hesitation flashing across his face.

"Senior, that... I..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice was hesitant. He glanced at Ghost Douluo, then at Lin Feng, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I would like one serving of Seven-Colored Fruit Salad."

As soon as these words left his mouth, Ghost Douluo's eyes widened instantly.

He lowered his voice, "Why are you only ordering a salad?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's face became even more awkward as he stammered, "That... I... I'm not very hungry right now..."

"Not hungry?" Ghost Douluo's gaze became even more peculiar. "Even so, you don't have to just order a salad, right? Besides, you said the higher the spending, the better the reward. Even for the sake of the reward, you should order more, shouldn't you?"

"I..." Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice grew quieter and quieter until he finally buried his head down.

In reality, yesterday's meal had been so filling that his stomach still felt bloated even now.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to waste today's lucky draw, Chrysanthemum Douluo wouldn't have even ordered a salad.

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo was fidgeting, Lin Feng had already entered the kitchen.

In Ghost Douluo's eyes, this mysterious restaurant owner walked with an air of laziness, yet his methods were truly astonishing.

But what Ghost Douluo could never have guessed was that the moment Lin Feng stepped into the kitchen, his entire demeanor changed instantly.

That casual, lazy air was tucked away, replaced by him happily throwing punches at the air in front of him, beating the atmosphere into "serious injury."

"Yes! The number of Title Douluo-level leeks in the shop is gradually increasing; I'm about to reach the peak of my life!"

Just thinking about that scene filled Lin Feng with boundless motivation!