A Forced Melon Is Super Sweet! A Female Douluo's Instant "True Fragrance"!

Jingle-ling—

Accompanied by another crisp chime, Chrysanthemum Douluo dragged a disheveled figure inside.

Lin Feng secretly cracked one eye open to take a peek and nearly broke his composure on the spot.

Holy crap, where did Chrysanthemum Guan pick up this new leek?

The look was truly unique.

Her hair was as messy as a bird's nest, her clothes were covered in dust (picked up when Chrysanthemum Douluo had sent her flying earlier), and there were two mysterious objects stuffed into her nostrils...

Wait, was that blood-stained silk?

Good grief, what kind of new business model was this?

Kidnapping, assault, and then dragging the victim into the shop for a meal—a one-stop service?

Had Spirit Hall really started playing this wild?

Lin Feng ranted wildly in his heart, but on the surface, he remained as steady as an old dog, continuing to sway in his rocking chair.

Spirit Kite Douluo, being hauled like a sack of potatoes by Chrysanthemum Douluo, was so furious her lungs felt like they were about to explode.

She swore that the moment her feet touched the ground, she would let this insufferable, death-defying sissy know that as the only female elder of Spirit Hall, she was not to be trifled with!

But just as she was dragged into the entrance of the restaurant named "Maple Dye Pavilion," an indescribably overbearing aroma instantly shattered all her rage and defenses.

It was not the scent of mortal food.

The fragrance seemed to possess a life of its own, drilling gently yet forcefully into every one of her pores, soothing the rampaging spirit power within her body while awakening the most primal craving for food from the depths of her soul.

Gulp.

Spirit Kite Douluo's throat bobbed uncontrollably, and her struggling came to an abrupt halt.

The fury in her beautiful eyes was replaced by bewilderment and shock.

What... was this scent?

It smelled so good...

Suddenly, she felt a bit of discomfort in her nose.

She looked down and remembered the two wads of silk she had used to stop her nosebleed, still stuffed firmly into her nostrils.

Under the intense assault of this rich aroma, those plugs had become the greatest obstacle.

"This scent..."

Spirit Kite Douluo subconsciously raised her hand, carefully pinched the corner of the silk protruding from her nose, and gave a gentle tug.

The moment the first wad was pulled out, an even clearer, more intense fragrance rushed into her nasal cavity.

She couldn't help but pull out the other one as well.

Then, she took a deep, long breath.

Hiss—ah—

The overbearing fragrance surged in like a tide, making her sway slightly in intoxication, her cheeks flushing with an unnatural rosy hue.

Chrysanthemum Douluo watched her cautious yet utterly intoxicated expression from the side, the corner of his mouth curling into a smug arc.

See? No one can resist the charm of Senior Lin's restaurant!

Spirit Kite Douluo then turned her neck, her gaze slowly drifting into the shop.

And then, she witnessed a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

At a table inside, Demon Bear Douluo—known for his thick skin and explosive temper—was clutching a rice bowl larger than his own face, devouring the contents ravenously.

That wasn't eating!

That was a pilgrimage!

Crystal-clear rice mixed with meat juices was being shoveled into his mouth in massive mouthfuls, hot tears streaming down his rugged cheeks as he let out incoherent whimpers.

"Wuu... delicious... it's too delicious..."

"I've lived for nearly a hundred years... and only today do I know what true gourmet food is..."

In that dazed, blissfully tearful state, where was the dignity of a Title Douluo?

He looked exactly like a child who had been lost for a century and had finally found his way home.

Just by smelling the lingering aroma in the air and watching Demon Bear Douluo's exaggerated way of eating, the gluttony in Spirit Kite Douluo's stomach seemed to come alive, roaring and churning wildly.

At this moment, the humiliation of being forcibly abducted and the ruined clothes and jewelry were all cast to the back of her mind.

Only one thought remained in her head.

Eat!

She had to eat too!

"Yue Guan?"

Ghost Douluo's voice pulled Spirit Kite Douluo out of her trance, and a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes as he looked at the woman being hauled by Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Why did you bring her here? Where is that Ghost Leopard?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo casually shoved the now completely docile Spirit Kite Douluo into a chair, then curled his orchid finger and pursed his lips with annoyance.

"Don't even mention him!"

"That tasteless, stupid leopard ran faster than a rabbit; I couldn't be bothered to lower myself to his level!"

He cast a glance at Spirit Kite Douluo from the corner of his eye, his tone filled with a condescending sense of pride.

"She's lucky she ran into me halfway; this heaven-sent opportunity is hers for the taking!"

"Hmph, she doesn't even know how to cherish such an opportunity. That stupid leopard deserves to be stuck at level ninety-three for the rest of his life! He'll never make any progress!"

Afterward, Chrysanthemum Douluo cleared his throat, his enchanting face blossoming into a fawning smile as he introduced her to Lin Feng, who was lounging on a rocking chair, with the utmost respect.

"Senior."

His waist bent nearly ninety degrees, his posture lowered to the extreme.

"This new leek... ah, ptooey! This new guest is also an elder of our Spirit Hall, the level ninety-three Spirit Kite Douluo."

Hearing this, Lin Feng lazily cracked one eye open.

His gaze swept lightly over Spirit Kite Douluo's disheveled appearance before slowly closing again, letting out only a faint, barely audible "Mn" from his nose.

The entire sequence of actions was fluid and understated, yet it carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

This display left Spirit Kite Douluo completely stunned.

Yue Guan, have you lost your mind?

You are a level ninety-five Titled Douluo, a high-ranking elder of Spirit Hall—how could you be so respectful to a seemingly ordinary young man?

Have your roles been reversed?

And that young man!

Being complimented so highly by a Titled Douluo, he couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids? Is there really someone this arrogant in the world?

However, all her doubts and indignation seemed insignificant the moment she smelled the increasingly overpowering aroma in the air.

Spirit Kite Douluo couldn't be bothered to dwell on these things anymore.

Right now, only one thought filled her mind.

Eat!

However, when her trembling hands picked up the menu that looked so unremarkable, she was struck as if by lightning.

This price... is it serious?

A single bowl of the most ordinary noodles costs nearly ten thousand Gold Soul Coins?

Why doesn't the shopkeeper just go rob someone?!

Seeing the classic, ghost-struck expression of shock on Spirit Kite Douluo's face, Chrysanthemum Douluo understood immediately.

He cleared his throat, held his orchid finger high, and braced his diaphragm, preparing to launch into the "Value Investment" lecture he had already rehearsed with Demon Bear Douluo.

He knew this script by heart.

"Spirit Kite, you mustn't be frightened by the price. Let me tell you, the true value of Senior's place lies in..."

However, what happened next caught everyone off guard.

Spirit Kite Douluo suddenly looked up, her gaze bypassing Chrysanthemum Douluo and locking firmly onto Demon Bear Douluo at the next table, who was clutching his bowl and weeping uncontrollably.

That was Demon Bear Douluo!

A brute known for his thick skin and fiery temper!

Yet at this moment, he was like a three-year-old child, moved to tears by a bowl of food.

This visual impact was more persuasive than any words.

The next second, she made her decision.

"Boss."

Spirit Kite Douluo's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally firm, like a sharp blade cutting through Chrysanthemum Douluo's passionate opening statement.

"One serving of Phoenix Marrow Hundred-Ingredient Dry Noodles."

"One serving of Thousand-Tribulation Nirvana Feather Pastry."

"And one serving of Ice-Flame Vermilion Bird Wings."

Chrysanthemum Douluo: "..."