When Deities Encounter Luosifen and Stinky Tofu!
That retching sound was heart-wrenching.
Like a depth charge dropped on a quiet morning, it echoed through the empty hall.
The three people Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun, who were not far away, froze in their tracks.
They turned their heads sharply, their gazes locking precisely on the source of the sound.
There, "Angel Rakshasa Dong" was fleeing to the hotel entrance in an extremely disheveled state.
She was bent over, her hands gripping her knees tightly, vomiting so violently that the world seemed to darken and the Sun Moon lost their light.
The way they were acting was as if they wanted to return all those dozens of skewers of barbecue they'd eaten the night before, along with their bile, to the world intact.
Just then, the wisp of smoke that had been emanating from the kitchen, the culprit, finally began to drift leisurely around the three of them.
"Um?"
The three women's faces initially held a hint of skepticism, as if they were watching a good show.
However, the moment that smell entered my nasal cavity...
The expressions on the three pretty faces froze.
"Meow!!"
The feline instincts in the blood of the sisters Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing were instantly aroused.
Before they could even utter a complete scream, the hairs on their bodies stood on end.
Like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on, he transformed into two afterimages and, with a speed that defied the laws of physics, instantly ricocheted to the farthest corner of the hall.
Because Hu Liena wasn't an agility-type Soul Master, and her reaction was a beat too slow, she ultimately couldn't escape.
When that indescribable, terrifying smell, like an invisible hammer, slammed into her olfactory nerves.
Hu Liena's narrow, fox-like eyes widened instantly, becoming as round as copper bells.
"Bass!"
A fluffy fox tail suddenly shot out from behind her uncontrollably!
The fox's tail, which had been swaying gracefully, was now stiff as an iron rod, its fur all bristling and forming a perfect ball of fluff.
Her fox ears twitched wildly, as if trying to dispel the terrifying smell through physical vibration.
Outside the shop, "Angel Rakshasa Dong" finally caught his breath.
She wiped away non-existent drool from the corner of her mouth, then leaned against the doorframe, completely exhausted, breathing heavily.
[Rakshasa... you... ugh~why did you take such a big breath just now?]
The voice of the Angel God echoed weakly in her mind, filled with endless anger and despair.
[I... how should I know... ugh~]
The Rakshasa God's voice was also filled with sobs and grievances; his very soul was almost completely tainted by the stench.
How was I supposed to know his cooking smelled like that?
Those titled Douluo are definitely playing us! They call this "fragrant"? They call this "feeling like an angel"?
[This is clearly an attempt to send my soul flying right then and there!]
Just as the two goddesses were frantically blaming each other in their minds...
Lin Feng finally emerged slowly from the kitchen, carrying a tray.
When he saw the scene in the hall, even he couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.
Are you guys... really that serious?
But when he looked down at the two things he was holding, he suddenly felt...
It seems that there's some justification for it?
Not far away, Hu Liena, who was in a state of agitation and existential doubt, saw her owner come out and struggled to overcome her physical discomfort.
She forced herself to hold her breath, her face turning red, and quickly walked up.
"Master, let me do it."
She took the tray from Lin Feng's hands with steady movements, but her eyes darted around, and she dared not look at the tray even once.
However, even out of the corner of her eye, Hu Liena caught a glimpse of a large, dark mass that was still slightly steaming.
That thing... it looks a bit like some kind of dried and hardened excrement.
Hu Liena's stomach churned violently.
She dared not think or look any further, staring blankly ahead like an emotionless food delivery machine, stiffly walking to the seat she had just been sitting in.
"Bang."
The tray was placed heavily on the table.
Hu Liena used all her strength to keep herself from running away on the spot, and reminded him in a standard, business-like voice:
"Guest, your divine dish is here. Please enjoy."
After saying this, she seemed to have accomplished some glorious and arduous task. She turned and ran, instantly darting back into the corner and huddling together with the Zhu Family sisters.
Upon hearing Hu Liena's voice, "Angel Rakshasa Dong" stiffened abruptly.
With a mournful face, she slowly and stiffly turned her head, as if to ask, "Can I not eat?"
However, before she could finish speaking, she met Lin Feng's gaze, which held a half-smile.
That gaze was calm, yet it carried an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Angel Rakshasa Dong" was instantly terrified, his scalp tingling. He dared not utter another word and could only dejectedly shuffle back to his seat.
Resigned to her fate, she slowly lowered her head.
When you see the two things on the table...
The color drained from her stunningly beautiful face instantly, her vision went black, and she nearly fainted on the spot.
On the left, in the white porcelain bowl, is a bowl of soup noodles that looks extremely suspicious.
She felt as if she hadn't smelled anything, but rather been "hit" by an odor.
The soup was murky and had a strange, oily gray color, as if it had been sitting for hundreds of years without being washed.
A few pale noodles, limp and soaking in the soup, looked like a pile of specimens just pulled out of formaldehyde.
But that's not the point.
The key is the smell.
The source of that stench that had almost suffocated them was the few yellowish-brown pieces of something that looked like some kind of rotten plant root floating on the surface of the soup.
But just as "Angel Rakshasa Dong" regained his composure and was not defeated by the first wave of olfactory assault, a wondrous change began to occur.
The "stink" is no longer singular.
She discovered that behind this strong, almost condensed, sour smell lay a more complex underlying meaning.
The scalding hot chili oil, like a fire, violently boiled this complex mixture of aromas, making the "stink" even more three-dimensional, flamboyant, and even giving it a strange, captivating penetrating power.
The situation on the plate on the right was even more shocking.
A whole plate of square, black objects was haphazardly piled up in a white porcelain dish.
Those things were completely charred black, and their surfaces were covered with countless tiny holes, looking just like honeycomb briquettes dug out of a coal pile.
Even worse, these "honeycomb briquettes" were still emitting a faint steam, and some kind of sticky black liquid seemed to be seeping out of each small hole.
This... this...
Shit?
The word popped into the minds of both the Angel God and the Rakshasa God simultaneously, causing them to freeze in place.
"Eat quickly."
Lin Feng pointed to the plate and added a comment.
"Eat quickly, I just fried them, they won't taste good when they get cold."
"They're freshly fried; they won't taste good once they're cold."
The two goddesses. "..."
My mind went blank.
Just... just fried?
It's fried shit???
Upon learning the truth, the Angel God and the Rakshasa God nearly fainted.
While Hu Liena and the others were secretly rejoicing that they had only smelled it and didn't have to taste this "divine substance" themselves...
Lin Feng's lazy voice, however, sounded like the whisper of a demon, echoing Youyou.
"Oh, right."
"I made extra of these things on purpose."
He turned his head and gave a kind smile to the three trembling "kittens" in the corner.
"Nana, go and bring them all out."
"Consider this... our breakfast for today."