Qin Fen thought for a moment and did not answer Queen Mother right away. He definitely needed to meet Weaver Girl; after all, she was highly skilled talent. It just was not suitable for now.
"By the way, where's the restroom?" Qin Fen had drunk quite a lot of water before coming.
A restroom? The City God understood even less. Dongwang Gong was unfathomable, speaking in such a disjointed manner that no one could possibly guess his intentions.
What the hell was a restroom? "Does Your Majesty wish to wash your hands? There's no one here. A dust-clearing spell will do!"
Qin Fen curled his lip. He had forgotten that there were more bumpkins here than immortals. "A toilet!"
The Earth God immediately pulled out a notebook. "Does Your Majesty wish to issue an instruction? May I ask what profound meaning this thing called a toilet holds?" As he spoke, he looked at Big Chef, preparing to write it down.
"A place to relieve yourself!" Qin Fen said fiercely. Were they doing this on purpose?
A place to relieve oneself—this time, everyone understood. The Earth God calmly put away his notebook and pointed downward. "Around the street corner!"
Qin Fen nodded. So backward. Even restaurants in cities nowadays did not have private bathrooms! Still, hearing that the Earth God said there was a public toilet made him feel a little better. At least ancient China had placed some importance on hygiene, unlike Europe, where people relieved themselves everywhere.
Following the Earth God's directions, Qin Fen walked out of the restaurant. Queen Mother found a seat and rested her chin on her hand, staring absently at the street below. She had not expected things to reach this point today. Her feelings were complicated, and whenever she faced Qin Fen, she always