The Early Days of Heavenly Court Book Rentals

Qin Fen's face instantly reddened when her elbow jabbed him. Everyone on Earth knew exactly what that thing was.

"Just learned how to pound beef, and now you're bumping into your big sister?" Sun Yating laughed and took a step back. Her words not only eased Qin Fen's embarrassment, but also put some distance between them.

You little demon, will you die if you don't tease me? Qin Fen turned around awkwardly. "I didn't do it on purpose."

"Then you did it deliberately?" Sun Yating bit her lip at the miserable look on Qin Fen's face. This was far too amusing.

Qin Fen was a very interesting man. He was a little clever, something she had learned through her constant observation, but he never used petty tricks when it came to serious matters. Instead, he was very earnest. She remembered one time when it rained heavily. Most of the security guards had either gone off duty or hidden from the rain in the guardhouse office, unwilling to come out.

Yet he had continued patrolling under an umbrella, pushing the electric scooters people had left around carelessly back beneath the awning. That had also been the first time the two of them met.

She had left home in a hurry and forgotten her umbrella, so she had run toward her car. Since she was heading home to change clothes for a gathering, she had not parked in the underground garage.

She had dashed toward her car through the rain, but Qin Fen had simply tossed his umbrella to Sun Yating and pushed the scooters around in the rain by himself.

After getting into her car, she still clearly remembered what Qin Fen had looked like: utterly serious, without a trace of complaint or reluctance, pushing several rain-soaked electric scooters beneath the awning. People like that still existed, but not many. In Sun Yating's eyes, a man's charm lay in persistence. Serious men often drew her attention.

She might act wildly flirtatious around Qin Fen, but those who knew her well understood that Sun Yating was actually very picky. If someone did not catch her eye, she could not be bothered to spare them a glance, let alone waste words on them.

Besides, Qin Fen seemed somewhat different from men his age, so she could not help teasing him. Especially when he was working—watching that seriousness suddenly turn into dumbfounded foolishness made her incredibly happy.

"Deliberately, my ass." Qin Fen gritted his teeth. What did she mean by saying this was how beef balls were made? This was her restaurant. How could she not know what was what? She was obviously doing it on purpose to flirt with him.

"Then are you planning to practice on me?" Sun Yating licked her lips.

"Qin Fen, I see you're pretty skilled. I love grilled sausages the most. Grill one for your big sister someday."

"They sell them everywhere in the mall. Two yuan each."

"I want to eat one you made."

Qin Fen's expression darkened as he looked at Sun Yating. Little demon. He was a full-blooded man, so why was she the only one attacking while he had to stay on the defensive?

"How could one be enough?" Qin Fen blurted out without thinking.

Sun Yating raised a brow, and those soul-snaring eyes glared at him. "Just prepare one big one for me."

Qin Fen's face darkened even further. He was no match for this female hooligan when it came to banter.

"It fell, it fell! Look, the beef dropped onto the floor. Hurry up and make your meatballs. There'll be more customers soon, so I'm leaving first."

Watching Sun Yating twist her slim waist as she left the kitchen, Qin Fen felt as if he had punched empty air. Can we still have fun like this?

Zhang Ye found the exchange between them very unpleasant to watch. Though he had some skill as a chef and earned a decent amount each year, he only dared feast his eyes on the boss lady. It was not as though he had never pursued her before; the difficulty had simply been too high, so he had given up.

Seeing Qin Fen receive Sun Yating's favor naturally made him unhappy. "Qin Fen, hurry up. Stop dawdling. The house soup needs to be prepared in advance."

Unhappy as he was, Zhang Ye was not stupid. He still depended on this restaurant for a living. A duck he could not eat was not his dish, so he gave up the idea of causing trouble for Qin Fen and turned back to the work in his hands.

Time always passed quickly. The day went by peacefully, without a ripple. Qin Fen safely got through his first day at New Oriental. Not only did he meet several new coworkers, such as Xiaomei the waitress, Azhen the cashier, and He Wen, the food runner who had not been there long, but more importantly, he received an advance on his first paycheck from his new job.

He no longer had to worry about rent or fret over making a living. He could slowly uncover WeChat's secrets and gradually achieve his goals in life.

He remembered that when she gave him the money that afternoon, Sun Yating had asked him about his goals. Qin Fen had answered naturally and bluntly: sleep until he woke on his own, count money until his hands cramped, not need too much money as long as he had enough, have girls warm his bed, and do whatever he wanted. That was life.

Sun Yating's reply had been even more blunt: "Daydreaming."

Yes, Qin Fen had always liked daydreaming. Carrying a body full of exhaustion, he returned to his tiny home. By the time he lay in bed, the night was already deep, and moonlight draped the room like gauze.

As usual, he played with his phone for a while before bed. Qin Fen opened WeChat, ignored everything else, and went straight to Heavenly Court's Moments.

It seemed this had already become a habit for him.

The Land God had had a pretty good day. Ever since that mysterious immortal had appeared, the little brats had once again visited his miserable little garden.

There was nothing he could do about it. They had grown up wild. Heavenly Court's rules were strict, and many places were unsuitable for them. But here? There was truly no pressure. First, the Land God was weak. Not only was his position lowly, but his cultivation was not even a match for this bunch of half-grown boys. Second, this place was remote.

"Li Tingyu, are we going to the garden to catch bugs again today?" A sturdy little boy with a runny nose asked a little girl.

The little girl had two cute horn braids, but anyone familiar with her knew that was just an appearance. She was a fearless little ringleader, a classic third-generation immortal. Her father was Jinzha, her grandfather was King Li, and she also had a doting third uncle—the famed Third Crown Prince Nezha, the Great God of the Third Lotus Prince. Her background was simply absurd.

"Cao Ning, we're going to catch Fireline Worms today."

"Ah, to roast and eat? Great!" The chubby little Cao Ning nodded excitedly, drooling at the mention of food. Do not underestimate this brat. His father was Cao Guojiu, one of the famous Upper Grotto Eight Immortals—a proper second-generation immortal with impeccable pedigree.

"All you know is eating. I'm going to have my bugs fight."

As soon as Li Tingyu finished speaking, she led the three boys charging into the garden, only to be stopped by a smiling old man.

"Everyone, everyone, don't be in such a hurry. Could you listen to me for a moment?" The Land God looked at them with a smile.

"Old man, don't block the way, or I'll beat you up too."

Cao Ning sniffed and glared at him unhappily.

"Little Miss Li, I have something good. Want to take a look?" The Land God immediately focused on the little ringleader. To catch thieves, catch their leader first.

"What is it? Take it out and let me see. If I'm not satisfied, I'll beat you up too." Li Tingyu's eyes rolled. Huh, this guy's pretty bold today.

"A few books. They have your Li family in them, and your third uncle too. Don't you admire him the most? Back then, hehe, he was quite magnificent."

"What books? How come I don't know about them?"

The Land God pulled two illustrated books from behind his back. Several large characters were written on them: Investiture of the Gods! The cover bore an image of a figure with three heads and six arms, standing atop Wind-Fire Wheels, holding a Fire-Tipped Spear and a Universe Ring, smashing it down at a demon. He looked utterly imposing.

"Ah, my third uncle! You actually secretly hid portraits of my third uncle! Tell me, what are you plotting?"

The Land God was dumbfounded. Of course he was plotting something, but he truly was not plotting anything against her third uncle.