After rebirth, Lin Feng's development in the game brought him immense confidence.
This was not just a game with graphics comparable to reality and diverse gameplay.
When people discovered they could bring abilities and some items from the game into reality.
When fierce monsters and powerful immortals and Buddhas invaded reality.
When ordinary people were desperate and powerless, relying on powerful players to protect them.
Strength in the game would grant absolute supreme status in reality.
Even if the changes hadn't started yet.
Lin Feng's development speed had already filled him with confidence.
With such powerful talent, wouldn't obtaining top-tier equipment be effortless?
And as the game's progression increasingly impacted reality.
Top-tier equipment from the game would also fetch exorbitant prices in reality.
Before long, Lin Feng would become a super-rich man in reality, completely free from financial worries.
This meal, he decided to eat to his heart's content!
To replenish his malnourished body.
Han Qingqing's small, upturned nose wrinkled.
Did Brother Feng strike it rich?
She knew that Lin Feng had recently quit his job due to a leg injury and was recuperating at home.
Normally, when Lin Feng came to eat, he would order the cheapest dish and two bowls of rice.
She and her mother always tried their best to take care of Lin Feng out of pity.
Why the change of heart today?
Lin Feng didn't offer much explanation, just a faint smile.
Stir-fried Pork with Chili, Hot and Sour Beef in Soup, Pickled Cabbage with Pork and Vermicelli.
He ordered several meat dishes in one go, making Han Qingqing's jaw drop.
That's too much?
I'll bring you three first, don't waste it.
Before Lin Feng could speak, she scampered into the kitchen.
This bossy, housekeeper-like behavior made Lin Feng chuckle wryly.
This girl!
Strangely, Lin Feng felt unusually hungry today.
This restaurant was usually quite fast with their dishes.
When the first plate of Stir-fried Pork with Chili arrived, Lin Feng felt a bit dizzy.
And it wasn't the physiological reaction of low blood sugar.
It was a desperate craving for nourishment by all his cells.
Lin Feng, without bothering to thank Han Qingqing, began to devour the food.
Only after eating two bowls of rice and finishing three dishes did he look up.
Qingqing, bring the menu again.
Han Qingqing covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.
Brother Feng, how long have you been starving?
She had already instructed the chef who was stir-frying the dishes.
The portions for Lin Feng's dishes were much larger than usual.
And yet, it wasn't enough?
Mechanically handing over the menu, she still couldn't quite believe it.
Was the usually refined and shy Brother Feng possessed by a hungry ghost today?
Spicy and Sour Shredded Potatoes.
Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes.
Salt-Seared Pork.
The humble restaurant didn't have particularly rare ingredients or famous dishes.
Lin Feng ordered dish after dish, almost ticking off all the home-style dishes that suited his taste.
Not only were Han Qingqing and her mother dumbfounded.
Even a few other diners in the restaurant kept turning their heads.
Some even took out their phones.
Perhaps thinking they had witnessed a competitive eater, they wanted to show off to their friends.
Ugh.
Lin Feng let out a comfortable burp after finishing the last spoonful of noodle soup.
He slowly stood up.
Han Qingqing watched Lin Feng cautiously, as if wanting to help him.
Lin Feng chuckled.
What's wrong? Are you afraid you'll eat too much and die in our restaurant?
Han Qingqing looked at Lin Feng's still flat stomach and blushed.
Brother Feng, you really are...
She racked her brain but couldn't find a suitable adjective.
Lin Feng probably ate the amount of ten people today?
And his physique remained so slender.
Where did all that food get digested?
Could it be that a great eater was right beside me!
Today's scene truly opened her eyes.
Auntie, how much is it?
Lin Feng took out his phone, ready to scan and pay.
The curious onlookers made him a bit uncomfortable.
He intended to pay quickly and leave.
Qin Yun took out a calculator, punched in some numbers, and then looked up, a little embarrassed.
There were a total of fourteen dishes and six bowls of rice, totaling 317.
The noodle soup is free, just round it up to 300.
Little Feng, I'm not overcharging you...
Lin Feng pouted playfully, Aunt Qin, what are you saying? I wouldn't doubt you.
Beep!
After scanning the code, a voice came from the speaker at the counter.
Alipay received 317 yuan.
Qin Yun became anxious.
You child...
Careful!
Lin Feng's expression changed.
His body swayed, and he was already blocking Han Qingqing.
And with lightning speed, he reached out and grabbed a large piece of something.
Ah!
Han Qingqing only then realized what was happening and let out a startled cry.
Only then did everyone see what Lin Feng was holding.
It was the ceiling!
For some unknown reason, it had suddenly fallen.
Fortunately, Lin Feng was quick-witted, otherwise Han Qingqing would have been hit.
Qin Yun quickly ran out, wanting to catch the large piece of ceiling.
But her arm suddenly felt heavy, and she almost couldn't hold it.
A customer waiting to pay nearby quickly came to help, and together they managed to carefully place it on the ground.
That customer was a middle-aged man with a full beard, looking at Lin Feng with surprise.
Young man, you have good physical quality. You managed to catch something so heavy in an instant.
Qin Yun suddenly panicked.
She had seen clearly just now that Lin Feng had caught it with one hand.
Wouldn't his arm be fractured or injured?
She eagerly felt Lin Feng's arm.
Little Feng, how is your arm?
Han Qingqing also quickly grabbed Lin Feng's hand, her eyes filled with anxiety.
Brother Feng, thank you so much. Let me see your hand?
Lin Feng was about to boldly say he was fine.
But feeling the girl's smooth and soft touch, he closed his mouth.
Hmm, I don't know if I'm okay.
It wasn't until Han Qingqing had massaged his hand for a long time.
And Lin Feng, catching Qin Yun's somewhat strange gaze from the corner of his eye, cleared his throat.
Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand.
I'm fine, Qingqing.
Looking at the large piece of ceiling in the corner, Han Qingqing finally felt a sense of lingering fear.
Seeing Lin Feng forcing a smile, her eyes welled up with tears.
How, how could you be okay? That was too terrifying!
The surrounding customers also looked on in amazement.
That's a big piece of ceiling, it must be quite heavy. The young man probably sustained internal injuries.
Lin Feng rolled his eyes.
What internal injuries, a load of rubbish.
However, seeing Han Qingqing's worried expression, he quickly waved his arms a few times to prove he was indeed fine.
Seeing that Lin Feng was truly unharmed, the customers exploded with excitement.
This young man is amazing, quick reflexes and strong arms. He's got some skills!
This is practically a Kirin arm!
He's probably been single for over twenty years, right?
Seeing their comments getting more and more outrageous, Qin Yun glared.
You've all eaten your fill and just like to spout nonsense, don't you?
These customers were mostly regulars, and seeing Qin Yun about to get angry, they all dispersed with playful smiles.