Then a startled exclamation was heard: “Oh, so it was you who posted that bad review about Yu’s Private Kitchen! I was half in doubt, but since it was said by Henry Clark, there’s no way it’s wrong. Did you really find a ring in your food at that place?”

Henry Clark held his forehead, thinking, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen. Miss, could you please not be so loud?

As soon as she spoke, Grace Bennett also realized something was off. She wasn’t stupid; it had just slipped out. Now that she knew she’d caused trouble, she let out a playful laugh and quickly grabbed Henry Clark’s hand, pulling him along as they jogged away.

“You, the kid who left the bad review, stop right there!”

Behind them, the owner of Yu’s Private Kitchen shouted thunderously, brandishing a spatula used for cooking as he charged out, looking furious.

Unfortunately, he was a bit too fat. After just two steps, he was already gasping for breath, his face showing clear frustration.

To be honest, that bad review didn’t really affect the restaurant’s business. Yu’s Private Kitchen relied on word of mouth, and its cleanliness was obvious to all. Finding a ring in the food was just too far-fetched.

Even when they saw the bad review, most students didn’t care. So what if there were pictures? A single negative review didn’t mean much. Maybe it was just a jealous competitor. These days, professional bad reviewers weren’t exactly a rare legend.

But while customers didn’t care, Boss Yu felt stifled. As a late-stage obsessive-compulsive, no amount of positive reviews could make up for the flaw of that one negative review… He hadn’t slept for two days and nights, and his hair had turned much whiter.

To be able to obsess to this degree was truly impressive.

It was a pity that the kid got away. Otherwise, if he’d caught him, he would have lectured him for three hours straight, teaching him the principles of being an honest person. How could his clean and hygienic food possibly contain a ring?

A certain Uncle Yu wore a face full of resentment, while Henry Clark and his companion had already run far away, both looking shaken. Luckily, they hadn’t been caught just now… That owner of Yu’s Private Kitchen was famous for being long-winded.

“Henry Clark, did you really find a ring in your food at that restaurant?”

The beautiful Grace Bennett looked a bit doubtful. After all, Henry Clark seemed so lacking in confidence. If he were truly the victim, he shouldn’t have panicked and run off like that.

“Of course it’s true. But Grace Bennett, I have something to do, so I’ll take my leave.”

Without waiting for a reply, Henry Clark hurriedly left, not out of guilt, but because being around this pretty girl felt too strange—bad luck always seemed to find him, and not even cultivation could ward it off.

Feeling a chill in his heart, he knew leaving quickly was the best choice.

Grace Bennett could tell Henry Clark wasn’t being sincere. She didn’t care about his grudge with Yu’s Private Kitchen, but why did he always avoid her? Was she really that scary?

But the reason she’d gotten up so early today was because her stomach was upset from catching a chill. After jogging with Henry Clark and working up a sweat, that discomfort had actually disappeared.

No need to go to the hospital after all.

Henry Clark really was her lucky charm, even bringing a halo of good fortune. Grace Bennett squinted her eyes happily, her face full of bliss, feeling even more fond and interested in Henry Clark.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, someone else was full of melancholy and resentment.

“I knew it…”

Henry Clark searched every pocket on his body, but there was still no sign of his wallet. He was sure he’d brought it with him today—had he left it somewhere?

This was just bizarre. Every time he ran into Grace Bennett, nothing good ever happened. Next time, he’d definitely learn his lesson and avoid her at all costs.

The only consolation was that electronic payments were now mainstream, so there wasn’t much cash in the wallet, and all his cards were left in the dorm. Otherwise, he’d really be on the verge of tears.

Compared to cultivation, a small financial loss was nothing. Henry Clark decided not to dwell on it. Breakfast was the most important thing right now—he still wanted to experience the body-tempering effects of eating.

Hmm, no need to be picky, just pick any place.

He was in luck. Even though it was morning, this place still served rice—a proper meal, much more filling than buns and soy milk, and with more energy.

Chapter 11: The Legend of the Big Eater

Henry Clark’s face lit up with joy, and he ordered three dishes and a soup with great gusto. If he weren’t worried about running out of living expenses, he would have ordered even more. That book, “Cultivating Immortality Through Eating,” made it clear: to cultivate quickly, you had to eat as much as possible.

Were all cultivators big eaters, or was his technique just special? Henry Clark was at a loss for words, but he had no other choice now but to follow the instructions.

Soon, the food was served. It smelled delicious, and Henry Clark began to enjoy his tasty breakfast while following the instructions in the manual.

He’d never realized that ordinary food could bring such a delightful experience. Every bite turned into a warm current in his belly, like pure energy, flowing through his meridians and spreading to every part of his body…

Before he knew it, the rice in his bowl was gone. Henry Clark didn’t bother the owner and went to get another bowl himself.

And then, he just couldn’t stop.

Unconsciously, Henry Clark had already entered a state of immersive cultivation. The three dishes and soup he’d ordered were long gone, and as for the rice, he kept going back for more, bowl after bowl.