Dai Tianfeng rolled up his sleeves, revealing his solid, muscular forearms.
"Hmph! Let me show you what it means for a man to be good in the hall and good in the kitchen! Today, I—personally—will cook!"
With great confidence, he strode to the freezer and heroically grabbed a handful of meat skewers.
He marched to an empty grill and, imitating Ning Rongrong's movements, slapped the skewers down onto the rack.
Then he proudly lifted the cumin jar—
Thump thump thump thump—
He shook so vigorously that half the cumin almost buried the meat.
The Star Luo ministers watched from behind, flattering without a shred of restraint.
"Your Majesty is brilliant!"
"Your Majesty is mighty!"
Only Dai Weisi quietly slipped away to queue behind the Titled Douluo, fully aware of what was about to happen.
Ten minutes later.
"Cough—cough! Cough cough cough—!"
Dai Tianfeng staggered backward, choking violently on smoke. His face was so covered in ash he looked like he'd just crawled out of a collapsed coal mine.
On the grill before him—
A row of charred, rock-like… objects emitted a pungent, eye-burning smell.
"This… the heat… I didn't quite grasp it…"
He muttered awkwardly, scraping chunks of black carbon off the grill and tossing them onto the charcoal pile like trash.
Finally, he picked up one that still resembled a skewer and bravely took a bite.
Crunch—
"P—ptoo!"
Burnt. Bitter. Spicy.
Three explosions detonate in his mouth simultaneously.
Dai Tianfeng's face instantly turned an incredible shade of purple.
He stiffly turned his head—
—only to meet dozens of pitying gazes.
The kind reserved for idiots.
Bone Douluo leisurely picked up a perfectly grilled lamb skewer—golden, sizzling, dripping juice—fresh from Ning Rongrong's hands.
He walked right in front of Dai Tianfeng.
And deliberately… blew on it.
Then—
"Awoooo~~"
He took a huge satisfying bite, the aroma drifting straight into the Emperor's tortured nostrils.
"Mmm~~ This is life."
Gu~~~
In the dead silence, Dai Tianfeng's stomach betrayed him with a loud, humiliating growl.
The Star Luo ministers shook with the effort of holding in their laughter.
"What are you laughing at!" Dai Tianfeng snapped, face burning with shame. He threw the charcoal skewer onto the ground like a weapon. "I—I just made a mistake! A small mistake!"
"Oh."
Bone Douluo answered lazily, taking another luxurious bite.
"Then Your Majesty, please continue making mistakes. We won't disturb you."
Golden Crocodile Douluo went a step further, patting the back of Ning Rongrong's chair.
"Girl, ignore that charcoal vendor. Keep grilling."
Ning Rongrong: "…"
She had never felt more insulted…
But seeing the row of hungry, threatening old men glaring at her like wolves, she quietly lowered her head and grilled even faster.
Dai Tianfeng stood frozen, caught between pride and hunger.
Leave?
He spent all day traveling.
Had barely eaten.
And the smell was heavenly.
His stomach was nearly crying.
Stay?
He had just lectured these old geezers about dignity.
Declared he would cook himself.
And then produced… charcoal.
His image had burned more thoroughly than his skewers.
"Your Majesty…" the Prime Minister whispered. "Should we… perhaps withdraw?"
"Withdraw your head!" Dai Tianfeng gritted his teeth.
His eyes locked onto the golden, juicy meat flipping in front of Ning Rongrong.
"If I leave now, I'll regret it for life."
He inhaled deeply.
"A true man can bend and stretch..."
He repeated it 100 times inwardly—
—until finally, appetite defeated pride.
Straightening his back, he strode forward with imperial dignity…
…and joined the end of the long queue.
"Move," Dai Tianfeng ordered coldly.
Dai Weisi froze as if struck by lightning.
"...Father Emperor? Weren't you going to—"
"Shut up. Move."
Star Luo ministers exchanged looks, then silently lined up behind their Emperor.
The queue doubled in length instantly.
From the front, Chrysanthemum Douluo's mocking voice drifted over:
"Oh? Isn't this His Majesty of the Star Luo Empire~?"
He curled his wrist delicately.
"What happened? Was your imperial cooking not to your taste?"
Dai Tianfeng's face twitched.
He cleared his throat stiffly.
"Ahem… I merely wish to… experience the commoners' joy of queuing."
Silence.
Then—
Hahahahahahaha!!!
Over a dozen Titled Douluo burst into hearty laughter.
"Queuing is good! Very good! It tempers the mind!"
"His Majesty truly possesses great wisdom! Admirable!"
The humiliation was complete.
Second Floor — Lin Feng's Room
The chaos downstairs was a distant world.
Inside, the room was quiet, warm, filled with the faint scent of bath steam and a delicate feminine fragrance.
Zhu Zhuqing knelt on the bed.
Her delicate face was flushed, her eyes hazy and soft.
Her smooth, boneless hands pressed rhythmically on Lin Feng's lower back—sometimes gentle, sometimes firm.
Just minutes ago, the instant her fingertips touched Lin Feng's skin—
She understood.
She instantly understood why her sister was willing to fight life-and-death battles at his door.
This feeling—
This aura—
This indescribable warmth—
More intoxicating than any food.
More addictive than any reward.
Zhu Zhuqing's breathing quickened.
Her hands pressed harder, unconsciously seeking more of that energy flowing through her palms.
Time passed.
Lin Feng's breathing grew even calmer.
He had fallen asleep.
Zhu Zhuqing slowly froze, lifting her head.
Under the warm lamplight, his profile was perfect—sharp, calm, overwhelmingly attractive.
Her heart thumped wildly.
A dangerous thought rose from deep in her chest—
If just touching with her hands felt this wonderful…
…then what if more of her touched him?
Her face turned red to the tips of her ears.
Her fingers trembled.
But slowly, resolutely—
She loosened her bath towel.
The white towel slid soundlessly—
—like a petal falling.
Her jade-like skin glowed faintly in the dim light.
She lay down gently beside Lin Feng.
Her soft, hot body curled like a kitten seeking warmth—
and pressed fully against his back.
In that instant—
If earlier was a warm stream…
Then now—
A roaring ocean crashed into her body.
"Mm…!"
Zhu Zhuqing let out a tiny cry, her whole body turning to jelly.
Pleasure—warm, endless, electrifying—spread through every limb.
Her soul trembled.
Her mind melted.
She understood everything.
This—
THIS—
was why her sister loved this so much.
A blissful smile appeared on her lips.
She closed her eyes.
Just for a moment.
Just for a little while…
At the Windowsill
The Blue Silver Emperor's leaves wrapped lovingly around its Spirit Bone.
Golden veins pulsed softly, like breathing.
Suddenly—
It froze.
It "looked" toward the bed.
It saw—
The female creature wrapped around Lin Feng like a vine.
It saw Lin Feng's peaceful sleep.
It remembered the indignity of earlier:
Being worn like a scarf.
Being forcibly removed.
Stuffed into a flowerpot.
It looked again at the female creature snuggling on the bed.
Understanding dawned.
Ah.
So the posture was wrong.
Its leaves straightened with solemn realization.
It had learned.
Truly learned.
The next second—
It clutched its Spirit Bone tightly.
Turned toward the wall.
And began practicing…
Various complex, advanced, flexible binding postures.
Preparing for the day it would reclaim its rightful place—
—around Lin Feng.
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