What the hell is the difference between this and eating shit directly?

Lin Feng's casual remark struck the three beautiful figures in the corner with deadly accuracy, like a thunderbolt from the heavens.

Breakfast... this?

Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun's minds went blank for a moment, as if all the blood in their bodies had been drained, and their faces turned ashen.

They looked at the bowl of soup noodles on the table that smelled like a biological weapon, and then at the plate of dark, deep-black "honeycomb briquettes" that seemed to devour light. Their stomachs churned, and they almost followed in the footsteps of "Angel Rakshasa Dong" on the spot.

The air seemed to freeze.

Seeing that Hu Liena hadn't responded for a while, Lin Feng leaned leisurely against the counter and deliberately asked a question.

"What, don't you want to eat?"

Hu Liena shuddered, nearly scared out of her wits, and her survival instinct made her shake her head frantically.

"No, no, no! It's not that we don't want to eat! How could we not want to eat the breakfast our master made!"

She explained incoherently, her brain racing, trying to find a plausible excuse.

"We just... we just..."

However, after rambling on for a long time, she still couldn't come up with a definitive answer.

You can't exactly say to the owner, "This stuff tastes like shit, I can't even bring myself to eat it," can you?

That's practically suicide!

However, Lin Feng seemed too lazy to listen to her explanation.

He turned around and leisurely walked into the kitchen.

A moment later, when he came out again, he was carrying a larger tray.

On the tray were five bowls of steaming hot Luosifen, all emitting the same "fragrant" smell, and another large plate of neatly arranged fried stinky Stinky Tofu.

Five... five bowls?

Upon seeing this number, Zhu Zhuyun's little brain instantly started working at lightning speed, and a glint of light flashed in her cat-like eyes.

She was the first to realize it!

"Ah!"

Zhu Zhuyun suddenly let out a short exclamation, followed by an anxious look on her face.

"Master, you all eat first! I'll go Ah Yin up! She must be hungry too!"

Before she could finish speaking, she had already transformed into a black lightning bolt.

With a "whoosh," it disappeared at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor.

The speed was so fast that it left an afterimage in the same spot.

The action was so decisive that it gave no one a chance to react.

Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing were left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

The two stared blankly at the direction of the stairwell, then looked at each other, both seeing deep regret and a Sisi of betrayal in each other's eyes.

Damn it!

Why didn't they think of that reason!

Even though we might still have to eat it eventually, every little bit of delay is a victory!

The two women stared at the five bowls of noodles on the table, which exuded an ominous aura, and then at the man watching them with an air of amusement. They felt a wave of dizziness wash over them.

In the crucial moment, it was Hu Liena who came up with the quickest idea.

She took a deep breath, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said to Lin Feng, "Master, we... we'll wait for them to come down so we can eat together. More people, more fun!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice, expressing her strong agreement.

Meanwhile, on the other side, "Angel Rakshasa Dong," the sole designated taster of the "God-Level Menu," sat upright, his body as stiff as a statue.

[Hey angel, how about... we run away while this gentleman isn't looking?]

The Rakshasa God's voice was choked with sobs, and his very soul trembled.

I'd rather be annihilated than eat this stuff!

[Do you want to die?!]

Upon hearing this, the Angel God immediately flew into a rage, the shrill voice echoing in his mind.

[You know how terrifying that man is! The moment we step out that door, he'll slap us to pieces, soul and all!]

But... I really don't want to eat shit!

The Rakshasa God's voice was choked with sobs, as if he were on the verge of collapse.

[I'd rather be slapped to death than eat this! I'm Deity! A powerful Rakshasa God! How could I eat such a thing!]

Upon hearing these words from the Rakshasa God, the Angel God remained silent for a moment, a rare occurrence.

Then, her usually cold voice surprisingly softened, and she began to gently persuade her.

Calm down, try to see it from a different perspective.

[He's such a great being, he wouldn't actually... serve us with something like that, would he?]

"[Perhaps...]" The Angel God's tone was full of uncertainty.

[It just looks like poop, smells like poop...]

Upon hearing this, the Rakshasa God's soul trembled violently, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope, and he subconsciously asked, "[And then?]"

The Angel God paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

[And then... it might taste like poop too?]

However, it is definitely not shit in essence!

Rakshasa God: "..."

After a brief silence.

[Is there any difference between that and eating shit?!]

A hysterical roar exploded in "Angel Rakshasa Dong's" mind!

The Angel God fell silent upon hearing this.

Yeah, what's the difference between that and eating shit?

But eating feces, at most, is disgusting, humiliating, and might even kill her.

But if I don't eat...

That man will really take both of their lives!

[Rakshasa,] the Angel God's voice became unusually calm at this moment, even carrying a hint of resoluteness, [We had no choice.]

I'd rather...

"[You want to be destroyed, but I don't!]" The Angel God interrupted her without any politeness, his voice revealing a ruthless determination to fight to the death.

I just came back to life! I don't want to die again without knowing why!

Rather than be crushed by that man like an ant, I'd rather... I'd rather taste what this thing really tastes like!

The Rakshasa God fell silent.

She could feel the Angel God's soul trembling violently.

That wasn't fear, but a strong desire to live.

"[Then... what should we do?]" The Rakshasa God's voice carried genuine helplessness for the first time.

"[One bite each,]" the Angel God took a deep breath, as if making a momentous decision, "[I'll go first, to set an example for you!]"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gave the Rakshasa God no chance to refute her, and resolutely seized control of the body.

The body once again belonged to the Angel God.

She could feel her hands trembling and her heart pounding.

She slowly reached out her hand, her fair and jade-like hand now seeming to bear Qian Jun burden, trembling as she grasped the thin bamboo skewer in the plate.

At the other end of the bamboo skewer was a square "honeycomb briquette".

As she moved, the black object was slowly lifted, getting closer and closer to her face.

It was jet black, with an uneven surface and some sauce on it, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

The "fragrance" that nearly killed them both on the spot grew stronger and more aggressive as they drew closer.

Angel Dong's face paled even more instantly.

She felt her stomach trembling, her soul screaming, and every cell in her body protesting frantically, shouting, "Throw it away!"

Such filthy stuff... do you really want to... put it in your mouth?

That's enough, that's enough.

Consider it... the price to pay for resurrection.

With a hardened heart, the Angel God abruptly closed his eyes, turned his head away, and refused to look at the terrifying thing.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, and her pearly teeth gently bit down.

"Click~"