Chapter 102: Trouble at the Door

Over the next few hours, Lin Feng witnessed nearly every piece of gossip between Wang Lun and Liu Susu. From their first loves at fifteen or sixteen to their recent breakups involving scoundrels on both sides. The two were equally flawed; their exes combined could form a reinforced squad! If all their gossip were linked together, it could almost circle the globe!

“I’m done! I’m done! I’m never playing this again! Geez, they even guessed the color of my underwear—I’m seriously done for!” Wang Lun waved his hand, signaling he couldn’t continue.

“Me too! If this goes on, I might just wish for death! I’m starving. Is there anything to eat?” Liu Susu leaned comfortably against Wang Lun, their relationship seemingly strengthened despite all the spilled secrets.

Lin Feng smiled casually. “Well then, consider yourselves lucky. Today, I’ll personally cook a feast for you.”

“I’ll help!” Li Yating quickly stood up and followed Lin Feng to the kitchen.

Wang Lun and Liu Susu peered over, watching them together and exclaimed in unison, “There’s something going on between those two! Definitely some secret romance!”

The Longhua Villa District was the most upscale neighborhood in Binhai City. Each villa had a full-time housekeeper managing everything, and the refrigerators were meticulously stocked with all kinds of premium ingredients.

In the double-door fridge alone, there were over ten pounds of top-grade M12 Wagyu beef, and the freshest ingredients were regularly replenished.

Lin Feng selected some ingredients while Li Yating carefully washed them, assisting him in the kitchen. The kitchen was fully equipped with top-tier utensils— even the knives for trimming the Wagyu were handcrafted by renowned Japanese artisans.

Having lived for tens of thousands of years across the cosmos, Lin Feng knew the importance of satisfying one’s appetite, making his culinary skills exceptional. After all, Earth’s chefs lived for at most a century or so, while he had lived for a hundred thousand years!

As he shaped the Wagyu, Lin Feng glanced at Li Yating. Today, she wore a delicate pink short qipao that accentuated her curves beautifully. Her figure was graceful, with smooth, fair thighs that hinted at a subtle sensuality, exuding the unique charm of an Eastern woman—both inside and out.

Her face was untouched by makeup, save for lightly defined brows, truly a natural beauty.

Even without makeup, her beauty was breathtaking—fresh and pure, like a snow lotus blooming atop a mountain, innocent and unblemished.

Suddenly, Lin Feng’s heart skipped a beat, a surprising rush of warm blood surging through his chest. Was this… infatuation? He was actually moved!

After ten thousand years of solitude, he had thought he would never be stirred by any woman again, yet today, Li Yating had truly captured his heart.

Li Yating tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and turned her head, suddenly catching Lin Feng’s gaze fixed upon her. Her cheeks flushed deeply, burning with the shyness of being stared at by someone she secretly admired. Even she couldn’t help but blush, her face crimson and tender as if suffused with warmth.

Biting her lower lip, Li Yating grew even more coy.

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More than an hour later, after countless pleas from Wang Lun, Lin Feng finally laid out a table full of dishes.

“Wow! It smells amazing! Lin Feng, did you really make this? You must be a hidden master chef! This is incredible!” Wang Lun and Liu Susu, already starving, devoured the dishes with gusto. The food was more delicious than any five-star chef’s creation, leaving no room to pry into Li Yating and Lin Feng’s rumored romance.

The two ate with such fervor, they nearly bit their tongues in their eagerness.

Soon, Li Yating could only stare at the chaotic tableware, having yet to take a single bite.

At that moment, Lin Feng gently patted her head, his voice soft and kind. “Don’t worry, I saved you some Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.”

He rose and brought out a clay pot. Upon opening the lotus leaf covering its lid, an intoxicating aroma immediately filled the air.

This was a Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup, specially simmered and energized with spiritual power just for Li Yating.

“Burp! Not fair! You waited until we were stuffed to bring this out!” Wang Lun complained.

“Burp! Yeah, Lin Feng, you’re biased! Are we still brothers to you? So heartless with the girls!” Liu Susu joined in, both foodies grumbling as they watched the exquisite dish reserved for Li Yating.

Lin Feng paid them no mind and personally served a bowl for Li Yating.

This clear broth version of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall followed the ancient recipe, unlike the rich golden soup variant, offering a more complex and exquisite taste.

Li Yating looked at Lin Feng with warmth in her heart, carefully scooping a spoonful and savoring it.

In an instant, her mouth seemed to become a vast ocean. The flavors of countless seafood came alive, each distinct and evocative, stirring endless delicious imaginings.

No single word like “fresh” could encompass this taste.

For half an hour, Li Yating savored every bite cautiously, determined not to waste a morsel of the meal Lin Feng had prepared for her.

It was also the first time since his rebirth that Lin Feng had cooked for a woman, and a rare sense of satisfaction blossomed quietly within him.

At that moment, Li Yating’s phone rang. Seeing it was her mother, Wang Lisha, she answered.

“Hello, Mom! I’m at Lin Feng’s place celebrating his birthday. What? You’re outside? Okay, I’ll tell him right away.”

After hanging up, Li Yating’s expression darkened slightly. She apologized softly, “Lin Feng, my mom says she’s outside and wants to speak with you about something.”

“Oh?” Lin Feng’s curiosity was piqued.

“It’s nothing. She has a good temper. I told her not to give you any trouble, really,” Li Yating hurried to reassure him.

Lin Feng affectionately patted her shoulder and stood, ready to meet this important figure from the Amaterasu Society.

“Ah—meeting the parents early, Lin Feng, you better treat your future mother-in-law well! Don’t embarrass yourself!” Wang Lun teased without missing a beat.

“Go to hell. Just rest, will you!” Lin Feng kicked Wang Lun playfully and strode out of the villa.

Li Yating watched his retreating figure, her heart heavy with worry.

No sooner had Lin Feng stepped outside than a Bentley nearby flashed its headlights. From behind the lights emerged a still stunning middle-aged woman.

She wasted no words, casting Lin Feng a disdainful glance and said coldly, “Lin Feng, I should have warned you. Don’t try to get close to my daughter again. You’re not worthy.”

“Whether I’m worthy isn’t for you to decide. Anything else you want to say?” Lin Feng shrugged indifferently.

“Heh, young man, you really don’t know your place. You think I’m joking? I think you won’t learn until you see a coffin,” she sneered.

Lin Feng ignored her and remained silent.

“Kid, I heard you’re representing the Jisheng Society at the Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament?”

“That’s right.”

“With your attitude? You want to enter the tournament? Better save your life and be a kept man instead! Here’s five hundred thousand. Take the money and disappear from Binhai City. I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”

To Wang Lisha, Lin Feng was nothing more than a pretentious loser without real strength.

Playing around with rich heiresses was one thing, but stepping onto the Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament’s stage would be a death sentence for him.

Thus, she offered Lin Feng what she thought was a better option—take the money and vanish, sparing her precious daughter from further conflict.