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"This..."

At his words, there was none of Chrysanthemum Douluo's usual decisiveness on his face. Instead, it fell.

Pinching his fingers in an orchid pose, he looked at Bibi Dong with pitiful eyes, like a cat that had failed to get its dried fish.

"Your Holiness the Pope..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo kept his orchid fingers raised, his voice softening by several degrees.

"Look, it's getting late. People are made of iron, food is steel—skip one meal and you'll be starving."

"How about... I fill my stomach first, then go handle the matter?"

The straw Bibi Dong had just brought to her lips stopped.

Expressionlessly, she looked at the Title Douluo whose face practically screamed "I want to eat," and the vein at her temple twitched.

"Old Ghost... has already ordered the dishes..." Chrysanthemum Douluo pointed toward Ghost Douluo, his voice full of grievance. "He's waiting for me."

Bibi Dong followed his finger and looked over.

Ghost Douluo sat primly, with two sets of bowls and chopsticks before him, along with a plate of stir-fried kidneys, a plate of scrambled eggs with chives, a roasted chicken, a plate of peanuts, and a jug of wine.

He had not touched his chopsticks. He simply sat there quietly, like a statue waiting for her husband to return home.

Oh, and beside him was Ye Lingling, waiting for her "teacher."

Seeing Chrysanthemum Douluo's attitude of "if you aren't eager to eat, there must be something wrong with your thinking," she sighed speechlessly.

"Fine, go eat."

Bibi Dong waved her hand impatiently.

"I'll send someone else."

"Thank you, Your Holiness!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately beamed. The smile on his bewitching face was as brilliant as a blooming chrysanthemum.

He gave Bibi Dong an exaggerated bow, then skipped over in cheerful little steps and sat down across from