The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 383 - 380: Chu’s Restaurant

All the way here, Xin Lin and Silly Chu’s hands were filled with a bunch of items—and all for no! cost! whatsoever!

Silly Chu was all smiles throughout the journey. The aunties and young girls selling goods would swoon over him as if he were honey, their faces turning red as they handed over freebies.

On the other hand, Ma Jingtian, the "Monkey," had a face growing longer by the minute, wearing a Judge Bao expression the entire time.

"It’s maddening. Why should someone get free meals just because they’re good-looking?"

Ma Jingtian grumbled incessantly.

He eagerly wanted to sneakily grab a pear to eat when Silly Chu was not paying attention, but Silly Chu, with his sharp eyes and quick hands, slapped away Ma Jingtian’s hand.

With a smile still on his face, Silly Chu then handed over a big yellow and juicy pear to Xin Lin.

"Silly, you’re doing this on purpose, right? You must not really be silly!"

Ma Jingtian stomped his feet in frustration.

Silly Chu was naturally handsome, and back when he was still Grand Doctor Chu, with his high charm and yet unbearable aloofness, ordinary young ladies and married women wouldn’t dare to approach him, let alone take a distant look, for fear of being frozen by his cold demeanor.

But it’s different now that he’s become Silly Chu.

He spends his days heartlessly, cheerfully laughing at everyone he meets, making all the women in the streets and alleyways go crazy for him.

Judging by his appearance, one could guess that back when he was bullied and starved at the Chu Mansion, he must have roamed the streets to fill his stomach.

Thinking of this, Xin Lin felt a touch of sorrow.

Thankfully, with her around, nobody would ever think of bullying her dear Silly dad again!

"Don’t just blabber nonsense, where exactly is the Spiritual Food Restaurant?"

Xin Lin had already found the address of the Spiritual Food Restaurant, but where exactly was it?

"It’s just ahead, next to that coffin shop."

Ma Jingtian pointed with one finger.

Xin Lin and Silly Chu looked over, and indeed, next to a few willow wood coffins, they saw a small shop with a sign at the front saying "Chu’s Restaurant."

A Spiritual Food Restaurant opened next to a coffin shop, no wonder nobody was dining there.

Xin Lin rolled her eyes.

Upon entering the restaurant, Xin Lin saw several waiters listless and lacking energy, and the rosewood tables were covered in grease.

Her brows furrowing, she glanced at the menu on the wall, with prices ranging from five hundred to three thousand.

After looking a few times, Xin Lin ordered three dishes.

As soon as the food was served,

Xin Lin picked up a bite with her chopsticks, and then put it down.

"Call your chef over."

Xin Lin raised an eyebrow.

After a moment, out came a Spiritual Delicacy Master with a plump belly.

He was fat and big, tall and bulky, his eyes brimming with arrogance. Despite his dignified attire and the hat on his head adorned with two stars at its lower left corner.

Xin Lin had also heard from Ma Jingtian that Spiritual Delicacy Masters have their own rankings.

Two stars represent a Two-star Spiritual Delicacy Master, who can cook Spirit Food of the Second Level and below.

The chef at Chu’s Restaurant is surnamed Yang, with the nickname Yang Ri Wan (Yang-the-Ten-Thousandth).

"So, you’re Chef Yang. These dishes you’ve made, the ingredients aren’t fresh, the cooking is inadequate, and the prices are high."

Xin Lin had eaten Wind Breath Braised Pork, which was also a One-star Spiritual Delicacy, and there was too much difference in taste.

Who knew that upon hearing this, Chef Yang stiffened his neck and slammed the table violently.

"Where did this pauper come from, what do you know about Spirit Food? How dare you say the Spiritual Delicacies I make aren’t tasty!"

Chef Yang saw that these few people were dressed plainly, the girl was just a brat, and among the two men, one looked like a skinny monkey, and the other was too handsome, looking like a pretty boy.

"Hey! Fatty, watch who you’re calling someone who hasn’t eaten good food. Do you even know who we are?"

Ma Jingtian couldn’t stand it once he heard this.

"No matter who you are, if you don’t like it, get lost, and don’t forget to settle the bill. A bunch of paupers!"

Chef Yang said and, with contempt, spat towards the group.