Lin Feng: How About We Hire Some Waitstaff?

Those two incredibly plain words fell upon the ears of the crowd like the tolling of a bell rung by a god to signal the start of a feast.

The entire restaurant fell into an even more bizarre silence.

Every gaze, without exception, converged upon that coldest and most profound figure.

Ghost Douluo.

In the eyes of all the Title Douluos, Ghost Douluo's wisdom was like a beacon clearing away the fog.

They unanimously regarded Ghost Douluo as the invisible leader of this "sacred banquet."

It was an acknowledgment from the depths of their souls; silent, admiring gazes gathered upon him one after another.

Ghost Douluo naturally sensed this.

His face, hidden beneath his black robes, remained without the slightest ripple.

He merely turned his head slightly, sweeping a gaze from his bottomless eyes toward Ghost Leopard Douluo, who sat stiffly and nervously beside him.

Learn from this.

That look was silent, yet it spoke volumes.

Subsequently, Ghost Douluo's gaze fell toward the center of the table, where a simple menu lay quietly.

But in his eyes, it was no longer a mundane object, but a supreme codex bearing the will of a god.

Ghost Douluo slowly raised his cold, withered hand, his fingertips trembling slightly as he carefully opened the menu.

His face was etched with the utmost piety.

After a long while, he slowly closed the menu, placed it back on the table with reverence, and then bowed deeply toward that lazy figure.

"Senior, this junior... has decided."

His voice was hoarse, yet carried an unprecedented solemnity.

"One Bone-Eroding Qilin Steak."

"One Abyssal Thousand-Throat Liver."

However, Lin Feng did not respond as readily as he had the day before; he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, merely emitting a faint, barely audible sound from his nose.

"Mm."

The next second, his indifferent voice slowly sounded.

"Next."

Boom!

To Ghost Douluo, these two words were no different from a divine oracle!

Did Senior mean... that this sacred ritual required everyone's participation to begin?!

He understood!

Ghost Douluo dared not show the slightest negligence, immediately passing the sacred "codex" with both hands to Chrysanthemum Douluo beside him.

This fluid, practiced maneuver made the eyes of Ling Yuan, Tuoba Xi, and the others behind them light up once more, their admiration for Ghost Douluo reaching a whole new level!

After a round of solemn, ritual-filled passing, the menu that carried the hopes of countless people finally... landed in the hands of Ghost Leopard Douluo.

The moment the menu was in his hands, Ghost Leopard Douluo trembled with excitement.

He felt as if he were holding not a thin booklet, but an unimaginably towering sacred mountain!

The very same sacred mountain he had... foolishly and arrogantly pushed away with his own hands yesterday!

Tears of regret nearly welled up in his eyes again, refusing to be held back.

He suppressed the excitement and trepidation in his heart, his hands trembling as he opened the "divine codex" that would decide his fate.

When he saw the exorbitant prices on the menu, often reaching thousands or tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins.

Not only was he not the least bit surprised, but instead... he wore an expression of finding it only natural, even feeling incredibly fortunate!

Cheap!

It was far too cheap!

Compared to the supreme miracles Senior bestowed so casually—miracles capable of defying heaven, changing fate, and reshaping martial souls!

A mere few tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins, what did that amount to?!

It was practically no different from giving it away for free!

At this moment, the gratitude Ghost Leopard Douluo felt toward Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo climbed to its peak!

If those two brothers hadn't risked everything to drag him here, he would have likely missed this heaven-sent Divine Grace that could change his life forever!

He mimicked the elders before him, placing the menu down respectfully, then stood up abruptly and, with all his might, bowed deeply toward Lin Feng!

His voice even carried a hint of uncontrollable sobbing and trembling!

"Se... Senior!"

"This junior... this junior would like one Flying Cloud Leopard Minced Meat Noodles, one Five-Treasure Braised Steak, and... and a pot of Beast Blood Other-Shore Wine!"

He practically roared it out, terrified that if his voice were too soft, the Senior wouldn't hear his repentance and devotion!

The rocking chair, which had been creaking for ages, finally ceased its languid rhythm.

Lin Feng stood up.

He didn't even spare a glance at the group of solemn elders, simply walking with unhurried steps as he turned toward the kitchen.

In the eyes of the crowd, that retreating figure seemed to be stepping into another dimension, about to forge a miracle capable of defying the heavens and changing fate with his own hands.

Just as he was about to lift the kitchen curtain, his footsteps paused slightly.

He did not turn back.

A voice, so flat it carried not a shred of emotion, drifted clearly into the ears of Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan, who was still sporting a pig-head face, like a whisper of the laws of the universe.

"Their 'dishes' will take some time."

"Before I return, you may decide what you wish to order."

As the words fell.

Lin Feng stepped forward at a measured pace and finally vanished behind the curtain.

He left the three of them frozen in place, their eyes soon ignited with a fanatical flame sparked by the Senior's words.

They had assumed the Senior's divine gaze would only ever fall upon those Titled Douluo.

But now.

The Senior had actually not overlooked them!

He had even.

Taken the initiative to speak.

To enlighten them, these "small fry."

What kind of... god-like mercy was this?

What kind of... vast and boundless heart was this?

Once Lin Feng entered the kitchen, his entire demeanor collapsed like a pile of mush, instantly shedding that "divine" posture of an ancient, undisturbed well.

Act!

Keep on acting!

He felt he would win an Oscar sooner or later.

Dealing with this group of Titled Douluo was more exhausting than flipping a wok a thousand times in a row!

Especially mentally!

"System, I seriously suspect there's something wrong with the brain circuits of these leeks."

Lin Feng grumbled frantically in his mind while nimbly taking top-tier ingredients out of his storage space.

"Look at the way they were looking at me earlier; if I were to fart, they'd probably have an epiphany on the spot and deduce thirteen different universal truths hidden within it!"

[Tsk.]

The familiar electronic voice, carrying three parts disdain and seven parts contempt, arrived right on cue.

[Could it be that you, my trashy host, have become so useless that you find even harvesting leeks to be a chore?]

"That's not what I meant!"

Lin Feng's mouth twitched violently; with a swift motion of his knife, a piece of Qilin Ribs emitting a strange fragrance was perfectly carved.

"I just feel like something is missing from this shop."

[For instance?]

"Look, it's one thing that I have to be the chef myself."

"But why do I have to handle serving the dishes and cleaning up myself?"

He complained.

"Shouldn't I be able to hire a few waiters for this shop?"

This was just a casual remark.

He was merely venting to the system.

After all, having a "hidden senior" personally serving plates and washing dishes sounded quite wrong.

He hadn't expected the system to give any practical response at all.

After all, aside from having a sharp tongue and issuing missions, the system had always been dismissive of such "trivial matters."

However.

Unexpectedly.

This time, the system actually responded.

[The Host makes a valid point.]

The System's cold, yet faintly haughty voice agreed with Lin Feng for the first time in history.

[After business hours conclude today.]

[This System will consider, at its discretion, recruiting a few suitable "servers" for the Host.]

(ps: Feel free to offer suggestions on which servers should be recruited.)