Sea Horse Douluo Enters Maple Dye Pavilion Three Times, Egg Fried Rice Stops Mouths.

Happy?

I'm happy my ass!

Just as Dai Tianfeng was about to speak again and pay his respects to the ancestors of the Xue Family...

A high-pitched, anxious voice came from behind him.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you mustn't!"

One of the old ministers of the Star Luo Empire who had come with Dai Tianfeng was sweating profusely and jumping up and down in a panic.

He wanted to lean close to Dai Tianfeng's ear to offer some advice, but his height was simply too short.

The old minister stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck, and tried his best, but could only barely reach Dai Tianfeng's waist.

It looked just like a corgi trying to climb a tree.

Seeing that their emperor's eyes were bloodshot, and that a full-blown brawl was about to break out in the god's restaurant.

The old minister is getting anxious!

He looked around, his gaze settling on a chair at an empty table next to him, and his eyes suddenly lit up!

Got it!

The old minister disregarded all decorum and scrambled over, huffing and puffing as he dragged the solid wood stool toward them.

The old minister scrambled up the stool, finally reaching the same level as Dai Tianfeng, who was being lifted into the air by the Demon Bear Douluo.

He grabbed Dai Tianfeng's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and whispered something in a frantic, mournful voice!

"Your Majesty! Calm down! Have you forgotten where you are?"

"At your senior's shop!"

"You mustn't do it, Your Majesty!"

"If you anger the senior, you'll be kicked out."

Upon hearing this, Dai Tianfeng's anger was instantly extinguished, as if doused with a bucket of cold water.

Yes!

If he gets kicked out, he might never have the chance to enter the store again in his lifetime.

This is far more serious than having that old bastard Xue Ye say a few sarcastic remarks!

In the end, all the rage and resentment turned into a reluctant snort.

"Hmph! You're lucky! I won't stoop to your level!"

Dai Tianfeng angrily flung his sleeve, as if trying to shake off all the humiliation. He struggled twice, broke free from the Demon Bear Douluo's grasp, and returned to his seat with a livid face.

Only when the delicious food touched his lips did Dai Tianfeng feel a Sisi solace for his heart, which had been pierced by the Xue Ye.

As the victor of this war of words, Xue Ye was now sitting back in his seat with a smug, self-satisfied grin on his face.

He had just sat down when Hu Liena came over with several steaming dishes, a professional smile on her face.

"Sir, your order is complete."

"Very good, very good!" Xue Ye found everyone agreeable at this moment, and even his attitude towards Hu Liena became extremely kind.

He picked up his chopsticks, casually took a piece of Mapo Tofu, and put it in his mouth.

The next instant, the expression on Xue Ye's wrinkled old face froze.

A domineering, incomparable numbness, like thousands of tiny thunderbolts, instantly surged through his limbs and bones, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

Immediately following, a fiery yet not scorching heat surged down from my throat.

Finally, the intensely rich aroma of meat and beans intertwined to create an unparalleled symphony that resonated deep within his soul!

That feels so good!

I feel more comfortable than ever before!

At this moment, Xue Ye finally understood.

He finally understood why these powerful figures standing at the pinnacle of the continent would fight tooth and nail over a few dishes like country bumpkins who had never seen the world.

He even felt that half of his national treasury had been exchanged for such delicacies...

It seems... it's not such a loss after all?

No!

Huge loss!

Because all that delicious food ended up in the bellies of those bastards at the Spirit Hall!

Thinking of this, Xue Ye transformed his grief and anger into appetite, no longer caring about imperial demeanor.

Before he could even savor the taste, his body, driven by primal instinct, moved with incredible speed, his chopsticks seemingly coming to life, reaching for the next dish.

He's Mingdu an old man, practically with one foot in his grave.

But the way he was waving his chopsticks at that moment was so fast that it almost left afterimages on the table.

Prince Xue Xing and Xue Beng, standing to the side, were dumbfounded.

"Father..." Xue Beng whispered a reminder.

"Roll!"

Without even raising his head, the Xue Ye, his mouth full of food, uttered a muffled roar.

He only had one thought in his mind right now.

Eat!

To hell with the national treasury, dignity, and that old bastard Dai Tianfeng!

Just as the bizarre scene of "the emperor eating rice" was unfolding inside the Maple Dye Pavilion.

A figure appeared at the restaurant entrance for the third time.

It was none other than Sea Horse Douluo.

However, this time it was different from the previous embarrassing situation.

This time, although he was soaking wet and dripping water, there was no trace of trash or odor.

Clearly, this guy had finally learned his lesson; before mustering the courage to step inside a third time, he made sure to wash himself from head to toe.

He stood at the doorway, looking at the bustling scene inside the store, took a deep breath, and his eyes became incredibly determined.

For the High Priest! For Sea God Island!

He rushed straight to the most eye-catching "security guard seat" in two strides.

Under the astonished gazes of Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi, and amidst the spectators' amused stares, the scene unfolded.

With a "plop," Sea Horse Douluo knelt down on both knees, firmly kneeling before Bo Saixi.

"Lord High Priest!"

His cry, punctuated by tears, was filled with boundless sorrow and unwavering loyalty.

"Come back to Sea God Island with me!"

"Sea God Island can't do without you!"

Bo Saixi, who was engrossed in eating, paused.

In the midst of her busy schedule, she took a moment to lift her eyelids and glance at Sea Horse Douluo, who was kneeling on the ground, crying like a 300-pound child. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Then, as if she hadn't seen anything at all, she continued to lower her head, struggling with the food in her bowl, muttering incoherently.

"I have already stated that I intend to capture the traitorous Sea Witch right here and bring her to justice."

"I didn't have time before that."

Hearing his High Priest use this flawed excuse as a shield again, Sea Horse Douluo's composure completely collapsed.

He was really about to cry.

"High Priest! No one will believe your reason if it gets out!"

"The Sea Witch... she's simply..."

Before Sea Horse Douluo could finish speaking...

Bo Saixi's movements were as fast as lightning!

Her movements were lightning fast; before Qian Daoliu could react, she swiftly snatched the spoon from his hand!

Qian Daoliu: "?"

Xi Xi, why... why did you take my spoon?

The next second, he saw Bo Saixi use his spoon to scoop a large spoonful of golden, glistening Egg Fried Rice from his bowl.

Without even glancing at the petrified old sycophant beside him, he shoved a full spoonful of Egg Fried Rice into Sea Horse Douluo's still-crying mouth with an unyielding air!

"Hmm!"

Faced with the foreign object that suddenly appeared in his mouth, still scalding hot, all of Sea Horse Douluo's grief and anger were instantly swallowed back.

He chewed twice, almost subconsciously.

Then...

Those eyes, which were originally filled with grief, despair, and confusion, underwent a dramatic transformation in just two seconds.

From confusion to curiosity.

From surprise to awe.

Finally, it turned into a complete, utter conquest, a frenzy and intoxication by the supreme deliciousness!

"Ugh--!!!"

A muffled groan, filled with ultimate pleasure, escaped uncontrollably from deep within his throat.

Just then.

At another table, a figure slowly stood up...