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Ji Mingyu held Xiao Yun's other hand, and through the layers of fat, he looked at Wang Shuai from afar.

"Thank you, Brother Wang, but our young master doesn't like home-cooked meals."

Ji Mingyu smiled apologetically and pointed to the other side, at the [Dazhong Eatery] located in the middle of the alley.

"I think this restaurant looks good; our young master will definitely want to eat here."

"Is there even a difference?!"

Wang Shuai roared inwardly, then looked at Xiao Yun with a fawning smile:

"Young man, actually, both shops are owned by the same person. This one has a milder flavor and is a bit easier to make..."

However, Xiao Yun ignored him, only nodding emphatically at Ji Mingyu, his fat cheeks slapping loudly.

"Ming Yuqing is right!"

Seeing the two of them working together, clearly rejecting his restaurant recommendation, Wang Shuai's face instantly darkened.

"They're still wary of me, huh? As expected, anyone who's survived from this time-travel era is no pushover!"

He gave Ji Mingyu a deep look, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes:

"This kid seems to be the team leader, and the fact that this good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid listens to him so much means his prestige is probably higher than I thought!"

The original plan was suddenly interrupted by Ji Mingyu, and a hint of resentment flashed in Wang Shuai's eyes.

"However, thankfully I wasn't unprepared."

"And you think you can get away with it by just switching stores? Naive! You've tricked me now, but in a minute, I'll make you pay me back, with interest!"

A flash of resentment crossed Wang Shuai's eyes, but he remained outwardly calm, even laughing heartily:

"Haha, if you don't want home-cooked food, fine. This restaurant is actually just average anyway. Even though it's owned by the same family, the lady of the house is far less skilled than the gentleman!"

Ignoring the cold gaze from behind the kitchen curtain, Wang Shuai gritted his teeth and withdrew his foot.

An invisible force descended upon him, and in an instant, a strange red light shone brightly in his eyes.

Wang Shuai's stomach emitted a long, mournful sound like a whale's song, and he seemed to have lost even more weight.

"Hehehe, sorry, I've actually been starving all day too."

Wang Shuaiqiang forced a smile, waved, and walked at the front.

"Let's go, I know the owner of this place well, we often drink together."

Before Xiao Yun and the others could react, he flung open the door and shouted again:

"Boss, I brought some friends over for dinner. Bring out all your delicious food and drinks!"

For some reason, his voice was somewhat muffled, mixed with the sounds of saliva and chewing, as if he were eating something.

Ji Mingyu frowned and exchanged a glance with Xiao Yun.

"What should we do? Try to pull another trick on him?"

"It doesn't feel right. My gluttony was triggered just now, and the [Mouth of Gluttony] is acting strangely, as if it senses malice."

"Changing the store we chose at the last minute seems to be affecting us as well. Let's hold off on changing it for now and see how it goes."

The two exchanged a silent glance with the others, then followed Wang Shuai into the restaurant.

Perhaps because it was too remote, the restaurant was completely empty.

Xiao Yun looked around and found that the decor was similar to that of a Japanese family restaurant.

There were some closets on the surrounding walls, displaying simple alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages.

The kitchen was in the very center, hidden by a thin curtain. Only the stove, cutting board, spatula, knife, and other items could be vaguely seen, as well as a pair of withered hands like an old man's.

There are no large tables, only a few small round tables besides the square bar surrounding the kitchen.

"Come on in, sit wherever you like."

Wang Shuai greeted them familiarly, taking the lead in sitting in the center of the bar, and then offered a casual explanation.

"This restaurant specializes in Japanese stir-fries. If you sit closer, the wok hei (wok aroma) will be stronger."

Xiao Yun and the others smiled, exchanged glances, and tacitly divided into groups before taking their seats.

Xiao Yun and Ji Mingyu flanked Wang Shuai, with Xie Yingjie, Kong Changhao, and others of slightly weaker strength sitting nearby.

Zhong Mo and Wang Tianyuan, acting as left and right protectors, sat on either side with the remaining people.

The group surrounded Wang Shuai, ready to blast him to smithereens if he made any sudden move.

But Wang Shuai seemed completely unaware, simply picking up a napkin to wipe the blood and flesh residue from the corner of his mouth.

"Boss, bring the food!"

"The food's being served? They're serving it before we even ordered?"

Ji Mingyu sensed something unusual.

"Hehe, the restaurants at Eternal Banquet Garden are all omakase (meaning the chef decides the dishes, i.e., no menu), don't worry, they'll be absolutely delicious!"

Wang Shuai explained for a moment, then stared intently at the flickering fire in the kitchen stove, his gaze growing increasingly intense.

The restaurant fell silent, with only the clanging of cleavers against ingredients and the rhythm of spatulas against the flames.

Behind the curtain, there was only a blurry figure, but it seemed as if countless hands were working simultaneously in the kitchen, like a perfect symphony being performed.

The sounds grew increasingly urgent. As the hot oil and seasonings were poured in one final touch, an intensely rich aroma rose and filled everyone's nostrils.

"It smells so good!"

Ji Mingyu and the others' eyes lit up, their stomachs rumbling with anticipation, and they couldn't help but lick their lips.

Before entering, everyone had eaten their fill as Xiao Yun had instructed, but now they felt an overwhelming hunger!

"I feel like I could eat a whole cow right now!"

Wang Tianyuan swallowed hard and said in a low voice.

The others nodded in agreement, gripped their chopsticks just like him, and stared intently at the kitchen, as if they were about to pounce in and devour the food!

"Hehehe, that's the charm of delicious food!"

Wang Shuai chuckled softly, a barely perceptible hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Soon, the first dish—stir-fried bean sprouts—was served.

The rich aroma of scallions wafts through the air, carrying a hint of the slightly charred fragrance of vinegar from the edge of the wok. A touch of cilantro adorns the bean sprouts, like a splash of green in white jade, making this simple dish even more appealing. .

Without any hesitation, everyone picked up their plates and began to eat heartily. In the blink of an eye, they had finished all the food and even licked the oil off the plates.

However, after finishing the whole plate of food, I felt no satisfaction at all, and even more empty.

"I'm starving, even hungrier!"

Their eyes gleamed with hunger and a thirst for food, like wolves that hadn't eaten for half a year!

As if hearing everyone's calls, flames shot into the sky from the kitchen, and spatulas were swung so high they flew through the air!

Stir-fried cabbage with pork, scrambled eggs with chives, Mapo tofu, braised fish in soy sauce, fried pork chops...

One after another, Japanese home-style dishes were served, each with its own unique color, aroma, and flavor, making one's mouth water.

A group of people practically pounced on it, grabbing their plates and stuffing food into their mouths, as if afraid they wouldn't get enough to eat.

The dense, incessant chewing sounds sent chills down my spine.

Wang Shuai, beaming, wolfed down the food on his plate.

He ate very quickly, but much better than the others.

Ji Mingyu forced himself to slow down his eating, but under the pull of an invisible force, he ate faster and faster.

In their eyes, the eerie red light grew even stronger.

"Is this the power of the Eternal Feast Garden's 'Appetite'? Even the strongest person would find it difficult to completely resist it."

"It seems that what Wang Shuai said wasn't entirely a lie."

Xiao Yun inwardly grumbled, but outwardly feigned a mixture of crying and laughing, as if he were experiencing both pain and pleasure.

"As expected, this good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid is almost full!"

Wang Shuai's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Sure enough, soon, when the plates on the table piled up like a small mountain, Ji Mingyu and the others gradually slowed down their eating speed, and pain appeared on their faces.

"What's wrong? I still want to eat, but I can't eat anymore."

The group of people stared at the spherical belly before they suddenly came to their senses.

"Oh no, I've become a big eater too!"

Wang Tianyuan exclaimed in surprise, put down his chopsticks, and then felt a cold gaze coming from the kitchen.

It felt like being stared at by a king-level monster; a terrifying pressure was overwhelming.

"Guest... are you wasting such delicious food?"

A hoarse, cold snort sounded, like the hissing of an old bellows.

"Guests who can't even finish this little bit of food can't be considered top-notch diners! They can only eat other people's leftovers like stray dogs!"

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, remembering the man who had been thrown out of the ramen shop, and their faces instantly darkened.

At the same time, a terrifying feeling of hunger surged through him.

"Hungry! So hungry!"

My stomach was full of food, but I was so hungry I was cramping!

Countless voices roared in my mind, eroding my reason, devouring everything, even... devouring me!

"If you can't finish all the food at a restaurant, you'll be considered to have failed, and your satiety level will be significantly reduced!"

Xiao Yun instantly understood the key to it.

"But in the Eternal Feast Court, the price of extreme hunger is becoming a monster, becoming food!"

Ji Mingyu and the others' expressions suddenly turned ugly, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent as they looked at Wang Shuai.

"Do not disturb during mealtimes!"

A cold snort came from the kitchen, and Ji Mingyu and the others trembled violently, their hunger intensifying.

Wang Shuai remained calm, maintaining his previous pace as he slowly ate the food in front of him.

He only had a dozen or so dishes left to finish the challenge at this restaurant.

"You can still eat?"

Ji Mingyu frowned slightly, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said coldly:

"Was it that phrase you shouted when you entered? Was it the medium to initiate some kind of ritual?"

Wang Shuai paused in his shoveling of food, glanced at him, and his eyes were full of mockery:

"Not too stupid, but... it's too late."

"The moment you stepped into this store with me and assumed that you were 'friends I brought,' it was already beyond saving."

This is the rule that Wang Shuai didn't tell them—

The guests who are brought into the restaurant by the host will passively experience the feeling of fullness of half the food eaten by the host.

This is also Wang Shuai's ultimate goal: to use Xiao Yun and others to advance to a higher level of dining experience.

Wang Shuai picked up the last dish, as if holding a trophy, and smiled victoriously.

"Only a desperate stray dog ​​would become a 'food inspector'."

"You can all go be stray dogs, I'm going to become a real gourmet."