Ghost Douluo felt his face pressed against the cold tabletop, and the anger inside him suddenly went out.
In its place came a tremendous sense of confusion.
What was Chrysanthemum Douluo doing?
Though the guy was usually a bit flamboyant, he had never attacked him without reason.
Much less in a place like this!
Ghost Douluo's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the situation.
Why had Yue Guan looked so terrified just now? Why had he stopped him? Why had he pinned him to the table?
There had to be something he didn't know!
Meanwhile, the three members of the Golden Generation stared at the scene, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.
Were the two elders really having an internal conflict here?
No!
Could it be... domestic violence!?
Lin Feng, sitting in the rocking chair, also wore a briefly stunned expression.
What was this chrysanthemum up to now?
Yesterday, he'd just gotten himself in trouble and been taught a lesson. Was he already up to his antics again today?
But Lin Feng quickly composed himself, once more returning to his calm, unruffled expression.
Never mind. Those two oddballs could do whatever they wanted, as long as they didn't interfere with his earning points.
After being held down on the table for a while, Ghost Douluo finally couldn't take it anymore and spoke.
"Yue Guan! What's going on?"
He wasn't stupid. On the contrary, anyone who could cultivate to the rank of a Titled Douluo had to be clever.
There was definitely a reason for this strange behavior.
Chrysanthemum Douluo drew a deep breath, his expression more solemn than ever.
"Old Ghost, listen carefully."
He lowered his voice, his eyes flickering with the shadow of yesterday's painful experience.
"Under no circumstances are you to waste food here!"
Pinned to the table, his cheek against the cold surface, Ghost Douluo's voice came out muffled.
"I never said I was going to waste any! I just said I wanted to try everything!"
"Didn't you just say you wanted one of everything so you could try it all?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled slightly. Yesterday's experience had clearly frightened him badly.
"Do you know what that means? It means ordering every single dish on the menu!"
"So what? It's not like I can't finish it!"
Ghost Douluo still hadn't realized how serious the problem was, and there was a hint of defiance in his voice.
"I'm a Titled Douluo, for heaven's sake. I can handle that much food!"
At those words, Chrysanthemum Douluo nearly dropped to his knees on the spot.
"Listen to me!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo sounded on the verge of tears. He held Ghost Douluo down tightly, afraid the other man might say something even more earth-shattering.
"Here, even a Titled Douluo eats about as much as an ordinary person!"
"What?"
Ghost Douluo paused. That didn't sound right.
"Are you joking? How could the physique of a Titled Douluo be the same as an ordinary person's?"
"If you don't believe me, ask those three youngsters!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo pointed to the three members of the Golden Generation nearby,
At his words, Hu Liena and the others hurriedly nodded like pecking chickens.
"That's right, that's right! Elder Ghost, the food here has an incredibly high energy content!"
"Yesterday, Elder Ju..."
Yan almost blurted out that Chrysanthemum Douluo had been so stuffed he'd rolled his eyes, but luckily, he remembered the hush money they'd received—three hundred thousand—and quickly changed his words.
"Yesterday, Elder Ju confirmed it. He was full after just two dishes."
Ghost Douluo fell silent.
After a long while, he finally spoke in a mildly aggrieved tone.
"Then why did you have to pin me to the table? Couldn't you just tell me?"
He was a dignified, ninety-fifth-level Titled Douluo. When had he ever been treated like this?
If word got out, what would become of Ghost Douluo's dignity?
Chrysanthemum Douluo froze slightly and blinked.
Oh, right...
He could've just told him...
He might have overreacted a little.
Thinking of all the embarrassing things he'd done in front of Lin Feng yesterday, Chrysanthemum Douluo looked awkward.
"Uh..." Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice faltered. "I was just worried about you."
He cautiously let go of Ghost Douluo and sheepishly backed away.
Ghost Douluo slowly lifted his head from the table. His dark face was full of reproach.
He could tell Yue Guan had been worried about him, but the way he'd shown it... really was enough to drive someone mad.
"Ahem!" Chrysanthemum Douluo waved a hand, forcing an awkward smile. "We should hurry up and order. We shouldn't keep our senior waiting."
As he spoke, he quickly pushed the menu in front of Ghost Douluo. "It's my treat today."
Ghost Douluo rubbed the back of his head and glared fiercely at Chrysanthemum Douluo, but let the matter drop.
He turned his attention back to the menu, but this time he wouldn't say anything foolish like, "I'll have one of everything."
"Dragon Blood Glutinous Coral Rice... Just the name sounds nourishing."
Ghost Douluo smacked his lips. "And this Mystic Eye Cold Phosphorus Fish. You can tell it's no ordinary dish just from the name."
His finger slid down the menu and finally stopped at the drinks.
"Other Shore Jade Dew Wine... That sounds like excellent wine. I'll have those, then. Sorry for the trouble, senior."
Hearing Ghost Douluo's order, Chrysanthemum Douluo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness that Old Ghost hadn't gotten himself into trouble after all.
But then Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression suddenly turned strange. He rubbed his stomach, a conflicted look crossing his face.
"Senior, um... I..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo hesitated. He glanced at Ghost Douluo, then at Lin Feng, and finally gritted his teeth and spoke. "I'd like one Seven-Colored Fruit Salad."
At that, Ghost Douluo's eyes went wide.
He lowered his voice. "Why are you only ordering a salad?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked even more embarrassed and stammered, "Well... I... I'm not very hungry right now..."
"Not hungry?" Ghost Douluo's gaze grew even stranger. "That doesn't mean you should order just a salad, does it? Besides, you said the more you spend, the better the reward. Even if it's for the reward, you should order more."
"I..." Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice grew quieter and quieter, until he finally lowered his head.
In truth, yesterday's meal had left him so stuffed that his stomach was still bloated.
If he hadn't wanted to use today's lottery draw, Chrysanthemum Douluo wouldn't have ordered even a salad.
While Chrysanthemum Douluo fidgeted awkwardly, Lin Feng had already gone into the kitchen.
In Ghost Douluo's eyes, the mysterious restaurant owner walked with a lazy air about him, yet his skills were simply astonishing.
What Ghost Douluo could never have guessed was that the moment Lin Feng stepped into the kitchen, his whole demeanor changed.
He put away that casual, languid air. In its place, he happily threw a flurry of punches in front of him, beating the air into "critical condition."
"Awesome! The number of Titled Douluo-level chives in my shop is gradually increasing. My life's about to reach its peak!"
At the thought of that scene, Lin Feng was filled with energy!