The variety of dishes on the menu was simply outrageous.
Main courses ranged from various noodles to rice. The vegetarian dishes were even more diverse—everything from common greens to rare fruits and exotic ingredients. As for meat dishes, there were flying fowl, walking beasts, mountain delicacies, and seafood—everything imaginable.
Desserts, soups, drinks… over a dozen major categories, each with countless options.
The dish names alone were dazzling.
Things like "Yunze Thousand-Silk Silver Thread Noodles," "Dragon Blood Glutinous Coral Rice," "Glazed Heart Fruit Salad"… just the names sounded luxurious and refined.
However, when Chrysanthemum Douluo saw the prices listed below, he nearly popped his eyeballs out.
8,000 gold coins for a bowl of noodles?
What kind of concept was that?
One must know that 8,000 gold coins were enough for an ordinary family of three to live carefree for ten lifetimes!
Yet in this shabby little shop, all he could get was one bowl of noodles?
Even if he—the wealthy, high-ranking Chrysanthemum Douluo—didn't care about money, he wasn't going to be this big of a sucker!
Chrysanthemum Douluo glared fiercely at Lin Feng, but the latter continued lying leisurely in his rocking chair, his expression calm, almost saying:
Eat if you want. If not, the door is on your left.
He seemed completely unaware of how outrageous his pricing was.
"Damn it, does this kid really think he's a god?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo cursed inwardly, then sneered.
Since you dare set such sky-high prices, then fine—I'll order a mountain of dishes. When it's time to pay, I simply won't. Let's see what you can do to me!
"I want this Yunze Thousand-Silk Silver Thread Noodles, and also this Glazed Heart Fruit Salad."
Chrysanthemum Douluo deliberately raised his voice, pointing at the dishes with his orchid-like finger.
"And a Grilled Thunder Rhino Ribs. Hmm… also give me a serving of this Star-Splendor Pheasant."
Hu Liena and the others trembled in fear on the side.
What was Elder Ju trying to do?
This didn't feel like he was planning to pay at all!
"And this—"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to continue when a lazy voice drifted from behind the counter.
"Are you sure you want to order that much?"
Lin Feng finally spoke, though he still hadn't opened his eyes.
"The food in my shop has extremely high energy content. Even a Titled Douluo's appetite is similar to an ordinary person's."
"Ordering too much and not finishing it counts as wasting food. And I do not allow food waste here."
Chrysanthemum Douluo almost burst out laughing.
Did this kid take himself that seriously?
Not allowing food waste?
"What business is it of yours? I have plenty of money!"
He provoked deliberately, orchid fingers brushing his cheek.
"I'll order as much as I want. Since when does a tiny shop owner like you get to lecture me?"
Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Suit yourself. But let me warn you—you won't be able to bear the consequences of wasting food."
He closed his eyes again, clearly showing he didn't care.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was almost amused to death.
He couldn't bear the consequences?
What consequences could possibly exist that he, Chrysanthemum Douluo, couldn't handle?
"Fine! Then I'll continue ordering!"
He flipped the menu aggressively. "And another—"
"Elder Ju!"
Hu Liena couldn't hold back anymore and rushed to grab his arm.
"Don't be impulsive! Since that senior said so, he must have his reasons!"
Yan squatted beside them, clutching his still-aching stomach. "Elder Ju, maybe… order a little less?"
Xie Yue even stepped in front of him.
"Elder, our purpose today wasn't to eat. We came to verify the situation. Ordering one or two dishes to show respect is enough!"
Their earnestness finally made Chrysanthemum Douluo calm down somewhat.
"Fine then. I'll have a Twilight Snow Warm Jade Soup. And finally, a Crimson Heart Brew."
He snorted and stopped ordering.
"Wait a moment."
Lin Feng stood from the rocking chair, put on an apron, donned a chef's hat, and was about to enter the kitchen.
At that moment, Hu Liena mustered her courage:
"Um… Senior, may the three of us also order a bowl of clear noodle soup?"
Her tone was cautious, afraid of angering the mysterious shop owner.
She knew very well that judging by Chrysanthemum Douluo's attitude today, he was clearly here to stir trouble.
As the ones who brought him here, they might never be allowed to eat again.
The thought made Hu Liena feel a stabbing pain in her heart.
This was a magical place that could directly increase spirit power!
If they lost this opportunity, where would they find another?
So before being completely blacklisted, every extra meal counted.
Xie Yue and Yan snapped to attention and hurried to echo her.
"Yes, yes! We also want three bowls of clear noodle soup!" Yan clutched his stomach, eyes full of longing.
"Senior, please!" Xie Yue even bowed deeply, his sincerity overflowing.
But Lin Feng only shook his head.
Seeing this, the trio's hearts instantly sank.
It's over.
They thought he was refusing them entry altogether. Their faces turned ashen.
Perhaps under Chrysanthemum Douluo's massive spending, their meager 300-gold-coin purchase was beneath notice.
If they had known this would happen, why bring Chrysanthemum Douluo here at all?
Wouldn't it have been better to eat quietly and level up in secret?
Hu Liena almost cried. She felt a bright future path was about to be completely cut off.
But the next second, Lin Feng's words reignited their hope.
"Normally, each person can only eat one meal here per day."
Lin Feng's tone was lazy, but to the trio, it sounded like heavenly music.
"If you want to eat again, come back tomorrow."
Then he added calmly:
"As long as you are a customer in my shop, there is no distinction between high or low. It's first come, first served—regardless of how much you spend."
Hu Liena and the others almost jumped with excitement.
So he wasn't banning them—
It was simply the shop rule!
"That's great!" Yan punched the air, only to tug on his injury and grimace in pain.
Hu Liena's eyes turned red. "Senior… you're truly too kind!"
Xie Yue let out a long breath, finally relaxing.
Chrysanthemum Douluo twitched his lips as he watched the three idiots rejoice.
What was the big deal?
It was just a damn bowl of noodles. Why were they acting so moved?
He quickly shifted his gaze back to Lin Feng and sneered, "Alright, enough pretending to be a good guy. Hurry up and cook!"
Lin Feng glanced at him, ignored the provocation, and gave only a strange little smile before walking into the kitchen.
Chrysanthemum Douluo sat down, arms crossed, ready to watch a good show.
He had already planned: when the kid brought out the dishes, he would find fault with them—then refuse to pay.
Let's see what that brat could possibly do to him.