"I'm going to make her see with her own eyes that every word Qian Daoliu says is true!"
"I'll personally make her come here to guard your door, Senior! She'll understand that being allowed to stand watch at Feng Ran Pavilion is a blessing accumulated over several lifetimes!"
Qian Daoliu grew more excited the more he spoke, as though he could already see Bo Saixi following behind him obediently, repenting for not believing him.
Lin Feng listened and almost laughed aloud.
So calling it a "leave request" was far too polite—
this old geezer was going out to recruit a new leek!
And not just any leek—
the top-tier, ocean-flavored, divine-grade leek Bo Saixi.
Wonderful.
How could he possibly refuse such a dedicated, hard-working outsourced employee?
"Alright," Lin Feng nodded, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.
"The previous promise still stands."
"As long as you can bring Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi back, I'll restore that extra bowl of egg fried rice for you."
"Understood! This old man understands completely!"
Qian Daoliu trembled with excitement.
For that bowl of fried rice, never mind kidnapping Bo Saixi—
he would even dare attempt kidnapping the Sea God himself!
Having achieved his goal, he bowed deeply and turned to leave.
But—
As he passed his seat, his footsteps suddenly halted.
On the table, the half-eaten golden egg fried rice still sat there quietly—
each grain separate, shimmering with golden light, radiating a warm fragrance.
Qian Daoliu swallowed.
"Ding! Detected that Super Douluo Qian Daoliu intends to pack leftovers.
Frugality Index Rating: SSS+!
Recommend Host issue a 'Thrifty Family Man' banner and two plastic bags!"
Lin Feng: "…"
Qian Daoliu glanced left, then right.
Seeing no one paying attention, he suddenly—
shua!
Pulled out a pristine jade bowl from his storage spirit tool.
His hands moved in a blur.
In an instant, the remaining egg fried rice was scooped up, sealed with a lid, and stowed away smoothly and elegantly—
not a single grain spilled.
If someone blinked, they would have missed the entire process.
Afterward, Qian Daoliu lightly patted his clothes, his expression once again calm and aloof, the very picture of a peerless expert.
As if the thrifty old man packing leftovers a second ago wasn't him.
Then, with steady, dignified steps, he walked out of Feng Ran Pavilion.
Sea God Island. Bo Saixi.
Just wait.
This old man is coming to "invite" you to guard a door.
The sun sank beneath the western horizon.
Naturally, that absurd "three-way negotiation"—
perhaps the most humiliating one in the entire history of Douluo Continent—
eventually reached a fragile balance under Gold Crocodile Douluo's iron-fisted oppression and Bone Douluo's shamelessness.
Dai Tianfeng signed the "technology sharing agreement" with tears on the verge of spilling.
It could only be described as a national disgrace.
Lin Feng, meanwhile, reclined in his chair, about to drift into sleep as the Zhu sisters kneaded his shoulders and arms.
Comfort.
This was the true bliss of being a boss.
He was just about to meet the Duke of Zhou (fall asleep) when—
"Ahem, Senior."
Bone Douluo Gu Rong rubbed his hands, stepping away from the negotiation crowd.
He glanced toward the darkened window, his old face glowing with expectation.
"Is it… fully dark now?"
He looked at Lin Feng timidly.
"Then… can we… start our night barbecue?"
This was the signal.
Swish—!
The gazes of everyone in the restaurant instantly locked onto Lin Feng like tracking beams.
Their eyes burned with anticipation—
like a flock of baby birds waiting to be fed.
Lin Feng didn't even lift his eyelids.
"Do as you wish."
"Oh-ho!!"
"Excellent!"
"Long live Senior!"
In an instant, cheers erupted like fireworks.
The two factions who'd nearly murdered each other over secret arts moments ago suddenly became harmonious brothers.
Gold Crocodile Douluo shoved aside documents, no longer carrying any trace of the second worship elder's prestige.
Bone Douluo even grabbed Dai Tianfeng—
lifting him from his chair and tossing him aside like a rag doll.
"Your Majesty, you rest first! We'll talk tomorrow!"
And then…
A pack of Titled Douluo with an average age over a hundred stampeded out of Feng Ran Pavilion like elementary school students rushing to the snack stall after class.
Dai Tianfeng struggled to stand, utterly dumbfounded.
He stared at the backs of those mighty figures, then down at the still-wet "treaty of humiliation" on the table.
His mind was chaos.
What was happening?
Weren't they ready to kill him minutes ago if he didn't sign?
Why were they suddenly sprinting away the moment food was mentioned?
Were these people… mentally unstable?
"Your Majesty! Hurry!"
His prime minister suddenly appeared, tugging him anxiously.
"If we're late, all the good skewers will be gone!"
Dai Tianfeng, overwhelmed, could only stagger after the crowd.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong didn't move.
Carefully—almost reverently—she stored away the "Creation Shaping Clay."
Her heart was in turmoil, full of Lin Feng's whispered instructions.
Barbecue skewers?
How could she possibly think of food right now?
She bowed toward Lin Feng, cheeks red.
"Senior… I'll take my leave first."
And then she fled Feng Ran Pavilion as if escaping catastrophe.
She needed a quiet place to… conduct delicate work.
Qian Renxue silently watched her mother disappear, then looked at the elders charging outside like hungry wolves.
She knew she wasn't qualified to eat here yet.
She bowed deeply toward Lin Feng and walked into the night, her silhouette lonely.
Outside, the area in front of Feng Ran Pavilion was already bustling.
The group of Titled Douluo moved with terrifying efficiency—
Grabbing skewers.
Setting up tables.
Lighting charcoal.
Fanning flames.
Laughing.
Arguing.
Competing.
"Hahaha! I'm eating fifty kidney skewers today!"
"Get out! You hogged those last time!"
"Stop fighting! Someone go call our 'royal barbecue chef'!"
At that moment—
everyone froze.
Right.
They had the tools.
They had the grills.
They had the meat.
But where was the chef?
All eyes turned to Bone Douluo.
Bone Douluo puffed out his chest proudly.
"Heheh, watch and learn!"
"Rongrong listens to Grandpa Bone the most! I'll call her—she'll be here immediately!"
With great swagger, he strutted toward the residence Spirit Hall had prepared for Ning Rongrong.
However…
One incense stick later—
Bone Douluo came sprinting back like a terrified rabbit.
His previous arrogance had evaporated entirely.
"B—bad! Bad news! Something terrible has happened!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo frowned deeply.
"Gu Rong, what kind of panic is this? Speak clearly!"
Bone Douluo gulped, voice trembling:
"Rongrong… Rongrong, she—"
"She ran away!!!"
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