A few minutes later, enticing aromas wafted out of the kitchen.
The moment the scent drifted out, Ghost Douluo froze where he stood.
"W-what is that smell?"
Ghost Douluo's nose twitched involuntarily. His eyes, usually hidden beneath a veil of black mist, were now wide as saucers.
This aroma was simply incredible!
He had cultivated for so many years and traveled far and wide. What delicacies had he not tasted?
Yet this scent gave him a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced.
The aromas of meat and rice mingled with another indescribably exotic fragrance.
Just one sniff, and it felt as if every cell in his body were cheering!
Worst of all, Ghost Douluo noticed that he was starting to drool uncontrollably.
He was a dignified Title Douluo of level 95. Since when had the smell of food ever made him drool?
How embarrassing!
Ghost Douluo hurriedly swallowed his saliva, afraid someone might see.
But the aroma only grew stronger and more enticing.
His stomach began to growl uncontrollably.
"So fragrant! It smells so good! Way better than our Level 3 Menu!"
Yan couldn't help swallowing. "I want to eat again. What do I do?"
"You just ate less than half an hour ago!"
Xie Yue rolled his eyes, but even he couldn't help glancing toward the kitchen.
Hu Liena also couldn't resist lightly licking her lips, but in the end, all she could do was smile wryly. "But Senior said that each person can only eat one meal a day."
The three exchanged glances, then silently wept.
They wanted so badly to try the higher-tier dishes soon!
Even if it wasn't for the prize draw, just satisfying their appetites would be enough!
While the three were caught up in their food anxiety, Lin Feng had already emerged with a tray.
"Your dishes are here."
Ghost Douluo immediately sat up straight, his eyes locked onto the tray. His gaze was even more feverish than if he'd spotted an unparalleled beauty.
The dishes on the tray gave off an intoxicating aroma.
The Dragon Blood Glutinous Coral Rice was a tempting cherry red, each grain translucent and dotted with ruby-like toppings.
The Mystic Eye Cold Phosphorus Fish gleamed silver all over. Even its eyes seemed to glow faintly, and its flesh was as white and tender as snow. Just one glance was enough to make anyone's mouth water.
As for the cup of Other Shore Jade Dew Wine, it gave off a faint blue glow. Waves of wine fragrance wafted from it, intoxicating anyone who breathed them in.
By comparison, Chrysanthemum Douluo's meal looked rather "meager."
Although the salad made with seven different kinds of fruit was already a delicacy Hu Liena and the others could only dream of, next to the "main course" on Ghost Douluo's side, it did seem a little... light.
But remembering how he'd been so full yesterday that his eyes had rolled back, Chrysanthemum Douluo could only silently accept this "simple" choice.
Ghost Douluo picked up the bowl of Dragon Blood Glutinous Coral Rice, his hands trembling slightly.
That aroma... it was too tempting!
He carefully scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth.
In an instant!
Ghost Douluo froze.
What kind of heavenly flavor was this?!
The cherry-red grains burst open in his mouth, releasing a rich sweetness.
Every grain brimmed with indescribable energy, dancing across his tongue and blooming over his taste buds.
"Holy sh—" Ghost Douluo nearly swore, but managed to stop himself.
He swore this was the best meal he'd ever had in his life!
What did delicacies and immortal brews matter? Compared to this bowl of rice, they were nothing but pig feed!
Ghost Douluo forgot all about the dignity of a Title Douluo and began shoveling rice into his mouth.
Every so often, he'd add a bite of fish and wolf it down with the rice.
"Slow down, don't choke..." Chrysanthemum Douluo watched him with some concern.
But the very next moment, he was too busy to speak himself.
With mixed feelings, Chrysanthemum Douluo tried a little of his Seven-Colored Fruit Salad.
In an instant, every unpleasant feeling in his heart vanished, leaving only two words in his mind: delicious!
Though it was just a simple fruit salad, each fruit had its own special sweetness. The flavors unfolded one after another in his mouth, blending into perfect harmony.
The agony of being so full yesterday that his eyes had rolled back? Who cared!
Regretting missing out on the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum? To hell with that!
At that moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo had only one thought in his mind: I'm going to chow down!
Before long, Chrysanthemum Douluo had finished his entire serving of salad.
He licked his lips, savoring the taste. A flush of satisfaction still lingered on his enchanting face.
The flavors of the Seven-Colored Fruit Salad were distinct, each fruit bursting with its own unique sweetness in his mouth.
This feeling... was incredible!
Chrysanthemum Douluo sneaked a glance at Ghost Douluo beside him. The old ghost was still wolfing down his food, as if he hadn't eaten in days.
Especially the Mystic Eye Cold Phosphorus Fish—its aroma was simply irresistible.
Chrysanthemum Douluo swallowed, and a daring idea took shape in his mind.
It was only one bite. Surely that wouldn't be a problem?
He cautiously extended his chopsticks toward the fish on Ghost Douluo's plate.
Just as his chopsticks were about to touch the fish—
"Thud!"
A pitch-black boot suddenly flew out from beneath the table and landed squarely in Chrysanthemum Douluo's lower back.
"Ah!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo cried out in pain, his body toppling uncontrollably to the side.
"Crash!"
He made intimate contact with the floor, hitting it with a dull thud.
"Old Ghost! Why did you kick me?!"
Without even looking up, Ghost Douluo continued wolfing down his food, mumbling through a mouthful, "Order your own if you want some! Don't covet my fish!"
He guarded his food with utter righteousness.
Chrysanthemum Douluo got back to his feet and dusted himself off, his face turning green with anger.
"You damn old ghost! I just wanted a taste! Just one!"
"Not even one bite!"
Ghost Douluo finally looked up, his soot-black face full of suspicion.
"Do you know how fragrant this fish is? There's only one, and I can barely bring myself to take a big bite!"
As he spoke, he pulled the plate closer, afraid Chrysanthemum Douluo might try to steal from him again.
"You! Hmph!"
And so, the two Title Douluos' meal ended with Ghost Douluo frantically shoveling food into his mouth while Chrysanthemum Douluo stood to one side, arms crossed and fuming.
Ghost Douluo contentedly patted his belly, a rare look of bliss spreading across his soot-black face.
"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!" His voice brimmed with undisguised excitement. "I've never eaten anything this delicious in my life!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo gave a cold snort and pointed at Ghost Douluo with a delicate orchid-finger gesture.
"Look at you, acting like you've never seen food before! You're a dignified Title Douluo, yet you eat like a starving ghost reborn!"
Ghost Douluo paid no attention to Chrysanthemum Douluo's mockery. His mind was already on the upcoming prize draw.
"Senior, can we draw now?" Ghost Douluo rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining like lightbulbs.
Lin Feng glanced at him, then slowly nodded.
"Who wants to go first?"