Shocking Bad News! Our Cook Ran Away!
"I want her to see for herself that every word I, Qian Daoliu, have spoken is true!"
"I want her to work as your security guard too, senior! Let her know that being able to guard the gate here is a blessing she's earned over many lifetimes!"
Qian Daoliu became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see Bo Saixi following behind him, repenting for not believing him.
Lin Feng burst out laughing upon hearing this.
This isn't taking a leave of absence; it's going to develop a downline and recruit new "leeks" (a term for easily exploited individuals) for himself!
And what's more, it's top-notch leeks like Posaisi!
That's great!
How could he possibly disagree with such a motivated and outstanding external employee?
"Can."
Lin Feng nodded, a playful smile curving his lips.
"The previous commitments remain valid."
"As long as you can bring Poseidon Douluo Poseidon, I will restore your extra meal of fried rice."
"Understood! I understand!"
Qian Daoliu nodded excitedly.
For that job, he'd do anything, let alone Sea God Bo Saixi!
Having achieved his goal, Qian Daoliu stood up, bowed deeply to Lin Feng, and then turned to leave.
However.
As he passed his seat, he suddenly stopped.
On the table, the bowl of golden Egg Fried Rice he had only half-eaten was still sitting there quietly.
Each grain is distinct, shimmering with golden light, and exuding an alluring warmth.
Qian Daoliu's throat bobbed.
[Ding! Peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu is detected preparing to pack up leftovers. Stinginess Index Rating: SSS+!] The system's voice boomed in Lin Feng's mind. [It is recommended that the host award the host a 'Frugal and Good Household Man' banner, along with two plastic bags!]
Lin Feng's lips twitched violently.
Qian Daoliu looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and then, with lightning speed, pulled out... another clean jade bowl from his Storage Soul Tool.
With lightning speed, he slammed the remaining half-bowl of Egg Fried Rice on the table into the empty bowl, put the lid on, and then stuffed it back into the Soul Tool.
The entire process was smooth and seamless, completed in one go, so fast that only a blur remained.
After doing all this, Qian Daoliu a long sigh of relief, straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes, and regained his composure and aloofness as an unparalleled expert.
He straightened his back, as if the stingy old man who had just packed up the leftovers wasn't him at all.
Then, with steady steps, he walked out of the gate of the Maple Dye Pavilion without looking back.
Sea God Island! Bo Saixi!
You just wait!
I'm here to "invite" you to be my security guard!
The sun finally sank reluctantly below the western horizon.
Of course, that "three-way meeting" was arguably the most frustrating and bizarre in the history of the Douluo Continent.
Ultimately, a fragile "strategic balance" was achieved through the iron fist of Golden Crocodile Douluo and the shamelessness of Bone Douluo.
Dai Tianfeng practically cried as he signed the "technology sharing agreement," a document that was arguably a humiliating and detrimental treaty.
Lin Feng leaned back in the recliner, his eyes slightly closed, almost drifting off to sleep amidst the Zhu Family sisters' masterful massage techniques.
Comfortable.
There's no greater joy in being a boss than this.
Just as Lin Feng was about to meet with the Lord of Dreams.
A slightly impatient voice abruptly broke the tranquility.
"Um, um... senior."
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, rubbed his hands together and broke away from the group of people "negotiating business."
He glanced at the deep night outside the window, his old face filled with undisguised longing.
"Is the sky... completely dark now?"
He glanced at Lin Feng cautiously and tentatively asked, "So... shall we... begin our barbecue tonight?"
This sentence seems to be a signal.
Brush--!
All eyes in the restaurant once again focused on Lin Feng, like searchlights.
Those eyes, burning with anticipation, were like a flock of fledglings eagerly awaiting food.
Lin Feng didn't even bother to lift his eyelids; he simply waved his hand lightly.
"Whatever you say."
"Oh ho--!"
"Very good!"
"Long live the senior!"
The moment the words were spoken, an uncontrollable cheer erupted!
Just moments ago, the two groups were on the verge of a fight, seemingly about to come down to blows over a secret manual, but now they were surprisingly harmonious.
Golden Crocodile Douluo shoved aside the file in front of him, his former dignity as the Second Worship completely gone.
Bone Douluo simply lifted Dai Tianfeng off the chair and tossed him aside.
"Your Majesty, please rest first. We'll talk again tomorrow!"
After saying that, a group of titled Douluo with an average age of over a hundred years rushed out of the store in a huge swarm.
Their speed and momentum were no different from those of elementary school students rushing to the convenience store after class.
Dai Tianfeng, who had been thrown to the ground, got up in a daze.
He watched the retreating figures of the powerful men, then glanced at the still-wet ink on the "humiliating treaty" on the table, and was completely bewildered.
What's going on?
Just a moment ago, weren't they threatening to kill me if I didn't sign?
Why do they all run away as soon as food is mentioned?
Are these people... really out of their minds?
"Your Majesty, keep up! Hurry up!"
The Prime Minister approached without anyone noticing, tugging at Dai Tianfeng's sleeve with a look of urgency on his face.
"If we don't go now, the good spots will be gone!"
Although Dai Tianfeng had no idea what was going on outside, seeing his ministers' fearful expressions, he could only follow them out in a daze.
Bibi Dong remained motionless amidst the crowd.
She carefully, as if holding a priceless treasure, stored the lump of "Creation Shaping Clay" into her Storage Soul Tool.
Her mind was filled with Lin Feng's last "whisper," and she was in a complete mess, so she had no appetite for barbecue skewers.
She stood up, bowed slightly to Lin Feng, her cheeks still flushed.
"Senior, I... I'll head back now."
After saying that, he fled from the Maple Dye Pavilion as if he were escaping.
She wanted to find the quietest, most private place to perfectly replicate those "details"!
Qian Renxue silently glanced at her mother's departing figure, then looked at the group of elders and retainers who rushed out to feast.
She knew that she was not qualified to spend money here until she received her mother's true forgiveness.
She bowed silently in Lin Feng's direction, then turned and walked into the night, her figure appearing somewhat lonely.
Maple Dye Pavilion, the place was already bustling with noise.
A group of titled Douluo were busily and skillfully grabbing their favorite skewers, moving tables, lighting charcoal fires, and having a great time.
"Haha, this old man is going to eat fifty skewers of kidney today!"
"Get lost! You old codger, you stole so much last time, this time it's my turn to eat!"
"Stop arguing! Hurry up, someone go and fetch our 'official barbecue chef'!"
Upon hearing this, everyone paused in unison.
Yes!
All the tools are ready, but where's the cook?
All eyes turned to Bone Douluo.
Bone Douluo puffed out his chest, patting it loudly, a smug look on his face.
"Hehe, just you wait and see, everyone!"
"That girl Ning Rongrong listens to me, her grandfather, the most. I'll go call her, and she'll be there whenever I call!"
After saying that, he hummed a little tune, put his hands behind his back, and walked with an air of nonchalance toward the residence that the Spirit Hall had arranged for Ning Rongrong.
However.
After an incense stick has burned.
Bone Douluo scrambled back, his previous smugness vanished, replaced by panic.
"No... something terrible has happened!"
Upon hearing this Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was at the front of the line, frowned.
"Gu Rong, what's all this fuss about? What kind of behavior is this! What's the matter?"
Bone Douluo was panting heavily, his voice distorted.
"Ning Rongrong, Ning Rongrong, she..."
"She... she ran away!"