"What, he's another one pretending to be Chu Feng?"
The waiter's words drew the attention of quite a few people.
But when they looked at Chu Feng, none of them believed he was the real Chu Feng.
In their minds, Chu Feng was ruthless and vicious — surely a fierce, evil-looking brute, or someone so ugly he was practically a monster.
How could he possibly be so strikingly handsome, so distinguished in bearing, and possessed of a temperament that ordinary people simply didn't have?
Chu Feng was surprised too. Nowadays, only a handful of top-tier powers could recognize him, and the majority of people had been deceived by the forged wanted posters.
He hadn't expected this little waiter to have seen his portrait as well.
"You think I'm Chu Feng?" Chu Feng asked.
"Of course. I've seen every wanted poster on Chu Feng," the waiter explained.
"So which one do you think is the real Chu Feng?" Chu Feng asked.
"Honestly, the one you're impersonating seems more like the real Chu Feng to me," the waiter said.
"How so?" Chu Feng was curious.
"I don't think Chu Feng is the kind of vicious, hideous freak they make him out to be."
"Sure, Chu Feng can be ruthless, but there's always a reason behind it. After all..." The waiter trailed off and didn't finish.
After all, the True Dragon Star Domain was still Situ Spirit Gate's territory. There were things he didn't dare say openly, or he'd bring annihilation upon himself.
"Why are you even asking me this? Do you have money for buns or not? If not, get out before you get beaten."
The waiter said.
He looked fierce, but Chu Feng didn't dislike him — in fact, he rather liked him.
His ferocity wasn't directed at Chu Feng, but at those scoundrels who impersonated Chu Feng to scam people.
But what made Chu Feng like him was the waiter's analysis of Chu Feng — he knew that Chu Feng's revenge was justified because Situ Spirit Gate had wronged him first. Chu Feng's cause was legitimate, and he was a righteous force.
"Here."
Chu Feng tossed a Universe Bag to the waiter and headed upstairs.
The waiter probed the Universe Bag with his spiritual perception and immediately gaped in shock. "Sir, just how many buns are you ordering?"
"Ten steamer baskets of every flavor," Chu Feng said.
"Sir, that's way too much — you could buy ten thousand baskets with this!"
"I'm going to the nineteenth floor. Deduct the cost yourself and keep the rest as a tip."
The words no sooner left Chu Feng's mouth than he was already heading straight for the nineteenth floor. He knew his money fully qualified him to dine there.
"Waiter, you misjudged that one, didn't you? A gentleman like that — why would he be some faker freeloading on buns?" someone remarked.
"Not a faker?"
"Could he actually be the real deal?"
The waiter thought it over. He remembered clearly that the person he'd just seen matched one of the portraits Situ Spirit Gate had posted.
That was a portrait he'd paid good money to obtain, and according to the seller, it was the real Chu Feng.
"What a shame — I can't personally serve that gentleman."
The nineteenth floor had dedicated attendants. The thought made the waiter a touch disappointed.
Chu Feng arrived on the nineteenth floor. The scenery here was spectacular — the entire city spread out below in a panoramic vista.
The floor was spacious too, but only Chu Feng was present. Few people were willing to pay the premium price just to eat buns on this level.
But the service was undeniably excellent.
The entire floor was staffed by beautiful women, not only gorgeous in appearance but also impeccable in their attentiveness.
The moment Chu Feng sat down, a selection of teas and pastries was brought out — things that money couldn't buy on any other floor, but here on the nineteenth floor they came complimentary.
Soon after, the buns Chu Feng had ordered arrived.
Chu Feng opened a small Spirit Gate and sent all the delicacies through.
"Delicious, delicious! Not only are the pastries wonderful, the buns are simply divine!"
"Ahhh, this is too good! I've never eaten buns this delicious in my entire life — coming to this world wasn't in vain!"
Her Majesty popped one bun after another into her mouth, her little cheeks stuffed full, eating with tremendous relish.
"Take it slow, Your Majesty. Today you'll eat your fill. I'll analyze these buns and make them for you later," Chu Feng said.
"I don't want that. If you use barrier technique to make them, I won't like them," Her Majesty replied.
"The taste would be identical — why wouldn't you like them?" Chu Feng asked.
"This is culinary skill! Culinary skill, do you understand?"
"Every step requires real craftsmanship, carefully blended and prepared. How is that the same as something you whip up in an instant with barrier technique?" Her Majesty said.
"So you think I'm being careless. But... if I don't use barrier technique, I'd actually have to follow proper culinary methods, and that would be genuinely difficult."
Chu Feng knew that cooking required its own kind of talent, and he wasn't sure whether he had it.
"It's fine — I'm not asking you to make them yourself. When you have time, just bring me back here to eat."
"Chu Feng, stop just feeding me — eat some yourself too! It's really, really good!"
Eggy's mouth was so stuffed that her voice came out distorted, which made her all the more adorable.
Chu Feng grabbed a bun and took a bite. "Can't argue — it really is good."
But just then, two more people came up.
They were two elderly men — one in a blue robe, the other in white. Though advanced in age, both had fierce, intimidating faces and carried the scent of blood.
In the Martial Cultivation World, fighting and killing were everywhere. People could take your life at the slightest disagreement, so carrying the scent of blood was perfectly normal. Chu Feng was long since accustomed to it. He merely glanced at them, then withdrew his gaze without paying further attention.
"Why is everyone talking about this Chu Feng? Has one brat really turned the entire True Dragon Star Domain upside down?" the blue-robed elder remarked.