"What problem did you encounter?"
Lin Feng asked casually.
Bibi Dong's body suddenly stiffened as if it had been electrocuted.
She raised her head in panic, her beautiful eyes darting around, but she didn't dare to look at Lin Feng, and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"No, it's okay, senior!"
"It's just... it's just that the mental energy is a bit exhausted, I... I'll take a rest, yes, just take a rest!"
She spoke very fast, her hands were tangled together nervously under the table, and her acting was so poor that even Demon Bear Douluo, who was peeking at her next to her, could see the flaw.
This does not mean that he is tired, this expression clearly shows that he has made a big mistake but dare not say anything.
Lin Feng feels like a mirror in his heart, and he doesn't want to point it out.
When cutting leeks, you have to give the leeks some room to struggle.
He handed the tray in his hand to Hu Liena who hurried forward, while he walked back to the counter leisurely and leaned back on the lounge chair to rest for a while.
He glanced lazily outside the door.
Oh, there are so many people.
It seems that today's harvest of low-level leeks is about the same.
At first, Worship Hall and the others stared at Bibi Dong with great interest, wondering what kind of tricks she could make out of those two ugly spiders.
But when Hu Liena brought their dishes to the table, everyone's attention was instantly captured by the overbearing aroma.
Who cares about spiders?
The sky is huge and the food is the biggest!
"Hiha--!"
Mighty Lion Douluo was the first one who couldn't hold it in and didn't care about the heat. He picked up a large piece of golden "Dragon Liver Phoenix Marrow Noodles" with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.
The moment the noodles entered his mouth, his whole body froze.
The noodles are chewy and chewy, and every noodle seems to come alive, beating crazily on the tip of the tongue.
What's even worse is the soup!
The rich aroma swept through all his taste buds like a tsunami, layer after layer of flavor exploding in his mouth, as if there really was an ancient dragon and an immortal phoenix dancing together in the depths of his soul.
His eyes narrowed as he ate, his whole body trembled with comfort, and he made an unexplained "wow" sound from his mouth. How could he still have the slightest bit of Super Douluo's majesty?
The other offerings were not much better.
All of them worked hard, with their faces glowing red and soup flowing freely, just like refugees who had been hungry for eight hundred years.
Golden Crocodile Douluo originally wanted to maintain his dignity as Second Worship.
After all, Peerless Douluo is level 99. He can't be like the gangsters next to him and eat like pigs digging into their troughs.
However, the moment he picked up a piece of meat that was covered in crystal clear sauce and put it in his mouth.
He realized it.
Majestic?
Decent?
Does that stuff smell like meat?
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo are indeed brothers. Their eyes look so close that their chopsticks move instantly.
However, the target is not your own bowl.
It's the last piece of meat on the plate in front of you!
Clang!
The two pairs of chopsticks collided accurately in mid-air, making a crisp sound like gold and iron.
On the tips of the chopsticks, there is the same piece of stewed Dongpo Pork, which is soft, glutinous and delicious, with alternating fat and thin.
"Let go!" Subduing Demon Douluo gritted his teeth and secretly exerted force on his wrist.
"Relax!" Thousand Might Douluo refused to give in, and the veins on his forehead were rising.
The Soul Power control skills that the two of them had practiced for hundreds of years were now fully used on this pair of small chopsticks.
Subduing Demon Douluo held his breath and lowered his voice and shouted, "I am the younger brother! You are the older brother! You have to let me!"
Thousand Might Douluo laughed angrily.
"Fuck your mother!"
"I've been a brother for almost so many years. When will it be my turn to do good things? This piece of meat is considered a filial piety to me today!"
"I respect you! Let go!"
"Grab it yourself if you can!"
Mighty Lion Douluo, who was standing next to him, was very happy to see it. His mouth was stuffed with noodles, and he mumbled to stop the fight, "Oh, two brothers, Mo Zheng, Mo Zheng, they are all brothers..."
Before he finished speaking, the chopsticks in his hand stretched out like lightning and headed straight for the trembling piece of Dongpo Pork hanging in the air.
"I'm here to help you solve your problems!"
"Get out!"
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo said in unison, shook their chopsticks, and simultaneously launched Mighty Lion Douluo's sneak attack.
The three pairs of chopsticks instantly fought together, the crackling sound was endless, and the pieces of meat were flying up and down in the air, which was very frightening to watch.
Golden Crocodile Douluo has an old face as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Bang!"
He slapped his hand on the table, causing the dishes to jump.
"Stop it all!"
"What does it look like to have a meal?"
"Isn't it a shame?"
Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, and Lion froze and took back their chopsticks.
As a result, in the next second, Golden Crocodile Douluo, this old man who was not shy, actually took the piece of meat away and stuffed it into his mouth.
Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, Lion: "..."
I have a saying about MMP that I don't know whether to say or not!
As for Light Feather Douluo, he had already pushed aside the Egg Fried Rice ordered by Azure Luan Douluo.
He used a small spoon to carefully scoop out a spoonful of "Star Guardian" ice cream.
The ice cream showed a dreamy starry sky color, with little glimmers of light.
Melts in your mouth.
A cold but gentle sweetness slid down the throat. The taste was not simply sweet, but a kind of purity and joy that seemed to wash away the soul.
Light Feather Douluo narrowed his eyes happily, his whole face almost melted, and he grinned from the corners of his mouth to his ears.
"Mine, mine! This is mine too!"
He hugged his Ice Phoenix and protected the other desserts in his arms, watching the other people on the table warily for fear of being robbed.
Compared with the food appearance of the Worship Hall, a group of "starving ghosts reincarnated", the elders at the table of Ghost Douluo looked much more "respectable".
When they looked at the Worship Hall, two words were clearly written in their eyes: contempt.
Look! Look!
How can you swallow the delicious food cooked by your predecessors like a pig digging into the trough?
What a waste of resources!
Demon Bear Douluo Holding the knife and fork is like holding two embroidery needles.
Slowly cut off a small piece of meat steak, close your eyes, and savor the layered texture of the meat juices exploding in your mouth.
On his rough face, which was full of vicissitudes of life, he managed to squeeze out three points of intoxication, three parts of piety, and a fourth part of extreme comfort, as if constipation had finally been relieved after three days.
This is called a sense of ritual!
This is called the highest level of respect for the predecessors!
Demon Bear Douluo gave out a noble cry in his heart.
This elegance is as elegant as grandma's house.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were holding fine wines and clinking their glasses gently, with elegant postures, showing the calmness of "experienced people".
There is a crisp "ding" sound.
"Honor our lost ugliness!" Ghost Douluo was filled with emotion.
Since his seniors helped him restore his appearance, he can now be reminded of how handsome he is every day when he looks in the mirror.
"We also respect our taste that is ahead of everyone else!" Chrysanthemum Douluo raised his chin towards the next door, his eyes full of superiority.
Of course, there are always exceptions to everything.
For example, the only female in Elder Council is Spirit Kite Douluo.
She completely ignored the pretentious "high-class eating" of the old gangsters around her.
Elegant?
Style?
Can it be eaten as a meal?
This hot lady is exactly the same as when she first arrived, holding a big blue and white sea bowl.
The wind is rolling and the clouds are lingering, and the food is devoured.
There was a grain of crystal clear rice stuck to the corner of his mouth without even realizing it.
She even felt that the action of Demon Bear Douluo next door cutting the steak with a knife and fork was purely out of her mind.
Is that thing as satisfying as tearing it directly into your mouth?
Her appearance was in stark contrast to the "ceremonial" colleagues around her.
It perfectly explains what it means to be "a hot lady with a hot body but a humble dog soul".
Demon Bear Douluo caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye, and his hands holding the knife and fork froze.
He looked at the neatly chopped pieces of meat on his plate, and then at Spirit Kite Douluo's heroic posture that he wanted to bury his face in the bowl.
A thought called "Have I suffered a loss?" arises spontaneously.
The entire hotel was filled with the sound of chewing and contented sighs.
All peaceful.
It was in this harmonious atmosphere where everything was silent except for the sound of cooking.
"Grr... Grrrrrr..."
A guttural sound filled with grievance and longing suddenly sounded.