I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 111 The Sect Flower Wants a Dual Cultivation Partner

A few tears slipped down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away, forcing herself to smile.

And when she did, it was a smile that radiated warmth, charm, and genuine relief... a smile that made her appear effortlessly beautiful, almost glowing in Lin Feng’s eyes.

"Welco, dear custor! Please, take a seat!" she said, her voice light, lodic, and tinged with both excitent and nervous energy.

She approached him with a spring in her step, her movents graceful yet full of urgency, as if she were determined to erase the emptiness of the restaurant with her presence.

Each step she took seed to carry her worries away, and Lin Feng could see the effort she put into maintaining composure, keeping her nerves at bay, and presenting herself in the best light possible.

Lin Feng watched her carefully, amused and intrigued. There was sothing undeniably captivating about soone who could be both vulnerable and strong at the sa ti.

As she reached the table, her eyes t his for a brief second, bright and slightly shimring with unshed tears, and a faint blush colored her cheeks.

Lin Feng felt a flicker of curiosity spark in him.

"Take a seat anywhere you like," she said again, slightly steadier this ti.

Lin Feng settled into a chair.

She handed Lin Feng the nu, stepping back with quiet, careful respect.

She knew that a good waitress never rushed a custor or intruded while they were making a choice.

Her heart still thudded nervously, but she kept her composure, standing slightly to the side, ready to attend only when needed.

The woman’s na was Ling Lan, and it had been several days since a single custor had entered her small restaurant.

The emptiness of the place had weighed heavily on her heart, each quiet mont echoing with the fear that she might have to close her doors for good.

If Lin Feng hadn’t walked in today, she might have been forced to give up entirely, letting go of the dream she had poured her life into.

But now that he was here, a spark of hope flared inside her chest.

It was as if a door she thought long closed had suddenly swung open again.

She promised herself silently that she would not give in to despair.

Tomorrow, she would open her doors once more, put on a brave face, and continue serving anyone who ca even if it ant working harder than ever to keep the restaurant alive.

Lin Feng raised his head to glance at her, and Ling Lan instantly recognized the subtle cue to speak.

"Are you ready to order now, dear custor?" she asked, her voice soft yet confident, carrying just the faintest warmth that made the restaurant feel less empty.

"I am," Lin Feng replied smoothly. "I want to taste a bit of everything you have today. And I’d like two portions of each as takeaway as well. I’ll give them to my friends later."

While he spoke, he casually extended his divine sense, scanning the subtle threads of Ling Lan’s aura.

Within monts, he had pieced together the story of her life... her struggles, her hardships, the weight of her responsibilities, and the quiet strength she carried despite it all.

Every obstacle she had faced, every lonely day she had endured, now seed to shimr faintly before him like a constellation of resilience.

Being too beautiful, Lin Feng reflected, was both a blessing and a curse.

It drew attention from everyone, both good and bad, and in a world infested with human scum, it often made survival harder.

And this was also the reason why Ling Lan was facing such big troubles today, and why her restaurant was as empty as it was at that very mont.

"Everything...and two more orders for takeaway?" Ling Lan froze for a mont, her mind struggling to process the words.

Her hands froze in midair. Several breaths passed before the reality fully sank in.

The restaurant, long empty and quiet, suddenly felt alive with possibility.

When comprehension finally hit, her face lit up, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of disbelief and pure joy.

"I... I can’t believe it!" she murmured under her breath, almost to herself.

The corners of her lips curled into a smile so wide it threatened to split her face with happiness.

"I’ll prepare it right away, dear custor! Thank you! Thank you! Please wait just a mont!" she called out, her voice ringing through the small, empty restaurant with a cheerful energy that seed to fill the entire space.

"Take your ti," Lin Feng said softly, leaning back and observing her quietly.

"I know that I’ll enjoy whatever you prepare."

A faint blush tinged her cheeks at his words, but she didn’t falter.

Instead, she worked with renewed vigor.

With that, she moved toward the kitchen, her steps practically floating across the floor.

Each movent carried a lightness and rhythm that made her look almost like she was dancing.

Even the simplest motions... lifting a pot, arranging ingredients, chopping vegetables... seed to take on a graceful, lively flow, fueled by her exhilaration.

Ling Lan felt as if she had been wandering through a vast, sun-scorched desert, parched and desperate, with nothing but endless sand and silence around her.

And now, suddenly, soone had handed her a tall, crystal-clear glass of cold water.

The relief, the joy, the satisfaction... all of it overwheld her senses, making her feel light-headed with happiness.

And of course, not everyone could be happy at soone else’s happiness.

In the quiet streets outside the restaurant, a pair of watchful eyes peeked cautiously from the doorway.

The figure lingered only for a brief mont, observing the activity inside Ling Lan’s restaurant, before darting away like a shadow, intent on reporting what they had just seen.

Lin Feng noticed the subtle stirrings outside the restaurant window, a dark premonition forming in the pit of his stomach.

He had learned long ago that no good deed, no matter how small or innocent, ever went unnoticed or unpunished.

"I suppose there’s always a first ti for everything," Lin Feng muttered under his breath, his tone low, calm, but edged with a dangerous amusent.