Qian Renxue opened the menu and her gaze landed on the Level 6 page.
Any single dish cost several thousand gold coins.
Her eyebrow twitched.
"So expensive? Why don't you just rob someone?"
She paused.
"Wait."
"Didn't I just rob the Heaven Dou treasury?"
"Oh. Never mind then."
Morally cleared, she confidently ordered three or four dishes based purely on intuition.
Closing the menu, she scanned the restaurant.
Her eyes skimmed past Lin Feng—the boss reclined on his rocking chair.
Azure Luan Douluo had warned her: this man was a genuine immortal. Not someone to provoke.
Then her gaze locked onto another person.
Her birth mother—Bibi Dong—who was utterly absorbed in her steak.
Qian Renxue fell silent.
Everyone thought she'd return to sit next to Qian Daoliu after ordering.
However, that strange, indescribable aura around her didn't dissipate.
She walked forward… and sat down across from that table.
Instantly.
The lively restaurant seemed gripped by an invisible hand.
Everything stopped.
The customers, the Elders—everyone froze and stared at that table.
That table had long become the personal seat for employees.
More importantly: it was the exclusive VIP spot for Bibi Dong.
"The Young Master… actually sat there?"
Of course, Bibi Dong noticed someone had taken the seat opposite her.
But her emotions toward this daughter—complicated by Qian Xunji's sins—were so twisted she didn't even bother to sort them out.
Her hands continued their elegant motions.
The silver knife and fork scraped softly across the plate.
She didn't lift her eyes.
It was as if the person sitting opposite her wasn't her daughter whom she hadn't seen in over a decade—but a gust of air.
Qian Renxue simply watched her.
Watched her cut a small, pink piece of steak.
Watched her bring it to her lips.
Watched her phoenix eyes narrow slightly from the sheer deliciousness, her expression softening into genuine satisfaction.
Time dripped by, second after second.
And Qian Renxue's last fragile hope cooled inch by inch.
She had endured over a decade undercover in Heaven Dou.
For what?
To overthrow a nation? That was Spirit Hall's goal.
Her own goal… was simply to accomplish something so monumental that this woman would finally look at her.
Acknowledge her.
But now she had returned.
And her mother didn't even spare her a glance.
"So in her eyes… her own daughter really is less important than a piece of steak."
Qian Renxue laughed.
A soft laugh.
But in the dead silence of the restaurant, it pierced like ice.
Bibi Dong's movements paused.
She looked up at her daughter, brows faintly creasing—displeased at being interrupted mid-meal.
"Supreme Pontiff Your Excellency," Qian Renxue said, her voice as sharp and cold as an icicle.
"How does it feel to waste Spirit Hall's thousand-year savings in a single day—just for this meal?"
"It must feel wonderfully magnificent, right?"
Bibi Dong didn't even glance at her.
She used her fork to prod the steak, admiring it like a piece of art.
"Magnificent?"
Only when Qian Renxue's patience was stretched to breaking did Bibi Dong chuckle softly.
She cut off a small piece of meat, savored it slowly, satisfaction blooming across her face.
Then she finally raised her phoenix eyes—meeting her daughter's burning gaze—and spoke in a calm, conversational tone.
"'Magnificent' isn't the right word."
"But exchanging all those old, dusty relics from your Qian family's secret treasury for my comfortable three meals a day…"
Bibi Dong placed her utensils down and dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
Her gaze was like that of an adult humoring a child throwing a tantrum.
"No matter how I calculate it, it's hardly a loss."
"You—!"
Qian Renxue felt all her blood rush to her head.
Broken items?
That was ten thousand years of Spirit Hall's accumulation!
Countless ancestors' toil!
And in Bibi Dong's mouth, it had become junk exchanged for meals?
Qian Renxue's vision darkened.
She genuinely could not understand.
Azure Luan had said it clearly: Bibi Dong had spent the entire treasury just to earn the qualification to eat two extra meals a day!
Not two extra draws.
Two meals.
The increase in strength was practically negligible!
With that money, wouldn't it be better to let Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo, Spirit Douluo, and Spirit Saints rotate through the restaurant, raise the entire Hall's power?!
What was this woman thinking?!
Where was her ambition? Her strategy?
Had all of it been eaten by dogs?!
At that moment, Hu Liena arrived with a tray.
She placed Qian Renxue's dishes on the table with practiced grace.
An unstoppable wave of aroma exploded outward.
Grumble—
Qian Renxue's stomach betrayed her.
Her face instantly turned scarlet.
Across from her, Bibi Dong didn't lift her eyes—but a faint smile tugged at her lips as she gave a soft, deliberate click of her tongue.
"Promising."
The word was quiet.
But more humiliating than any insult.
Qian Renxue's shame was drowned instantly by rage.
She glared fiercely.
"What are you looking at?"
"I earned this money with my own ability—by robbing the Heaven Dou Empire! So of course I deserve to eat here!"
"Unlike some people who emptied their own treasury just to eat two extra meals!"
She grabbed her chopsticks, scooped up a huge mouthful of zhajiangmian, and slurped it aggressively.
The rich sauce smeared the corners of her lips.
She didn't care.
Because the instant the noodles touched her tongue—
Qian Renxue's pupils blew wide.
This wasn't simply noodles.
This was a torrent of information flooding directly into her mind.
Firm, springy noodles bouncing between her teeth.
Every strand drenched in deep, fragrant sauce.
Layers of aroma—meat, sauce, wheat—exploding across her taste buds like fireworks.
Delicious.
So delicious she wanted to cry.
So delicious she felt her past twenty-plus years had all been a mistake.
A tear slipped silently from the corner of her eye.
"Why?!"
She looked up suddenly, golden eyes burning.
At the Titled Douluo with oil dripping from their mouths.
At Bibi Dong, who leisurely cut her steak.
"I worked like a dog undercover for Spirit Hall's stupid plan!"
"Eating pig slop every day for over a decade!"
"And you— you bastards—were eating this every day?!"
"Unfair!"
"This world is too unfair!"
Her dignity shattered, Qian Renxue bowed her head and devoured her noodles with unstoppable fury.
"What a loss!"
"A massive loss!"
"Starting today—TODAY—I'm eating back every bit of suffering!"
"With interest!"
Watching her daughter reincarnate as a starving ghost, Bibi Dong finally set down her knife and fork, wiping her mouth slowly.
"Speaking of which," she said lazily,
"You should be thanking me."
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