Lin Feng sat down silently and began gulping down the porridge. The taste was on par with many top chefs he had experienced before. He always ate like a whirlwind, leaving Yu Meixiang and Fang Hanshuang astonished by his eating style.

Previously, Lin Feng ate politely, taking small bites, and his appetite was small—half a bowl of rice would fill him up. But the Lin Feng before them now finished a bowl of porridge in just a few minutes and ate four or five pancakes and eggs. His appetite truly shocked the mother and daughter.

Noticing their gazes, Lin Feng looked up and smiled sheepishly, "I was too hungry, and Aunt Meixiang's cooking is just too good. I got a bit carried away..."

Yu Meixiang chuckled, affectionately reaching out to touch Lin Feng's face, "It's okay. Auntie is happy to see you eat well. You usually eat too little. A man should eat like this; only by eating more can you have strength. Auntie loves watching you eat like this!"

"Alright, then I won't hold back."

Lin Feng then resumed eating voraciously. Watching Lin Feng's eating show, Fang Hanshuang and Yu Meixiang couldn't help but eat more than usual themselves.

"Mom, what are we having today? I'm so hungry."

Fang Zhiqiu came downstairs late, only to find the table with just leftovers, looking bewildered.

"Mom, where's my breakfast?"

"Little Feng had an especially good appetite today. The usual amount I make wasn't enough. Who told you to come down late? Now there's nothing left."

"What? Am I going to starve?"

Fang Zhiqiu looked aggrieved, her big eyes watery and pitiful. But Yu Meixiang wasn't buying it, getting up to clear the table while saying, "Skipping one breakfast won't kill you. There's bread and milk in the fridge, make do with that. I have to go to the store, no time to cook for you."

"Mom, am I really your biological daughter?"

"No, you were a freebie with a toilet seat from the supermarket."

"Hmph! I'm so mad! You only care about Lin Feng. He's your real son, and I'm adopted. I'm not eating!"

Fang Zhiqiu turned and went upstairs in a huff, not forgetting to glare at Lin Feng on her way.

Yu Meixiang's face changed, about to scold Fang Zhiqiu, knowing Lin Feng was a sensitive child and fearing he might overthink.

"Zhiqiu talks like that, Little Feng, don't take it to heart."

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng just smiled, "It's okay, Aunt Meixiang. I understand Sister Zhiqiu's temper. She's very good to me. How could I be upset?"

"That's good. Oh, it's getting late. Auntie has to go to the store. Hanshuang, tidy up the table. Don't let Little Feng do it; he's just recovered and shouldn't be working."

After speaking, Yu Meixiang hurriedly drove to the store.

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Fang Hanshuang quietly got up to clean, and Lin Feng helped her.

"Mom said you're a patient; you don't need to work. Go upstairs and rest."

Though her words were kind, Fang Hanshuang's tone was cold and commanding.

Lin Feng understood this elder sister's personality—always aloof, speaking little, and a bit solitary. Even if she cared, she would never show it.

If it were the old Lin Feng, he might have felt rejected by Fang Hanshuang and retreated to his room, feeling emo.

But now, Lin Feng wasn't so sensitive.

"It's okay, Sister Hanshuang. Auntie said I should move around more. Besides, cleaning the table isn't tiring."

As Lin Feng spoke, he had already finished tidying up and went to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he took out two eggs and found some noodles, lit the stove, and started cooking.

Fang Hanshuang was taken aback, "You're still not full?"

Without turning around, Lin Feng replied, "No, Sister Zhiqiu didn't have breakfast. I ate her share, so I'll make her some noodles."

Fang Hanshuang nodded and went upstairs, feeling something was off about Lin Feng today.

What was off...

The old Lin Feng was always timid and cautious, but today he seemed like a calm and confident man. This sudden change in demeanor puzzled Fang Hanshuang.

"Did losing a fight hurt his pride, making him determined to change? That's not bad, knowing shame and then courage, a bit manly."

Fang Hanshuang silently evaluated.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng quickly prepared a bowl of plain noodles and brought it to Fang Zhiqiu's room.

He thought she might still be angry, but she was wearing headphones, shouting at her computer, "He's out of health! Go, go! If we kill him, we win, haha!"

Lin Feng shook his head, smiling, and placed the noodles on her desk.

The aroma soon caught her attention. Fang Zhiqiu looked up, saw Lin Feng, and then the noodles on the table.

"Did Mom make this?"

"I made it. Auntie already went to the store."

"You made it?" Fang Zhiqiu was surprised, then sniffed the noodles again, "You can cook noodles this fragrant? I know your skills."

Saying this, Fang Zhiqiu picked up chopsticks and tasted it, immediately showing an expression of amazement.

"Wow! These noodles are delicious!"

Ignoring the game on her computer, she started slurping the noodles.

After finishing, Lin Feng picked up the bowl, ready to go downstairs.

"Lin Feng, why are you suddenly being so nice to me?"

Lin Feng chuckled, "I ate your breakfast and didn't want you to go hungry."

"No way, you must want something from me. Let me guess, you must have a problem in 'The Grand Martial World' and want my advice, right?"

"Uh, no, don't guess."

"Impossible, your gaming talent is so bad. In other games, you always needed me to carry you. Can you handle 'The Grand Martial World'?"

"Not bad."

"Oh? Then tell me, what level are you?"

"Ahem... Level 0."

"Hahaha... And you said you could handle it. Playing a whole day and still level 0, you're too noob! Even an average player can reach level two or three after a couple of quests."

Lin Feng's response earned him Fang Zhiqiu's merciless laughter.

"Come on, tell me, what's the problem? I'm known as Dr. Know-it-all in the martial world. Just ask me."

Fang Zhiqiu looked smug, ready to be asked for help.

To her surprise, Lin Feng calmly picked up the bowl, "I really don't have a problem."

With that, he left, leaving Fang Zhiqiu behind, pouting, "Fine! Let's see how long you can last without asking me!"

Back in his room, Lin Feng opened his computer and started browsing information about 'The Grand Martial World' online.

He wanted to know if those fortuitous encounters had been discovered by others over the past twenty years.

But after searching, he found no players had encountered any earth-shattering encounters.

There were many minor encounters, like a player finding a mid-tier Earth-level fist technique, 'Seven Injuries Fist,' in a cave.

Others learned mid-tier Earth-level finger techniques, 'Flicking Finger Skill,' from Peach Blossom Island, and some learned high-tier Earth-level mental techniques, 'Primordial Unity Skill,' from Cheng Kun of the Ming Cult.

Lin Feng also searched for 'Nine Yang Divine Skill,' 'Nine Yin Manual,' 'Muscle-Tendon Change Classic,' 'Six Meridians Divine Sword,' etc., but found nothing, no information at all.

After reading, he felt relieved. These martial arts must be Heaven-level and likely haven't been obtained by any players yet.

"I need to reach level 30 quickly to leave Seven Heroes Town. Good things need to be grabbed fast, just in case other transmigrators get ahead."

Though Lin Feng thought this was unlikely, he was always cautious and thorough in his actions.

Finally, after enduring until evening, Lin Feng had dinner and hurried back to his room, lying down and pressing the ancient coin mark in his palm, entering 'The Grand Martial World' once more.