Are You Here to Mess with Me on My Enemy's Behalf?

The alarm startled Qin Fen awake from his dreams. Dawn had gradually broken, and because of the weather, the makeshift room on the rooftop was unbearably hot, like being inside a steamer. Even the air he breathed was thick with stifling heat. As a young man who had entered society right after graduating high school,

Qin Fen did not earn much as a security guard, so he rented one of the makeshift rooms built on the top floor because it was cheap. In this blazing summer, there was basically no way to comfortably install an air conditioner. The moment he got up, he felt awful all over, his skin coated in a greasy layer. He walked into the bathroom out of habit, intending to take a shower. Once he had money, he would definitely move somewhere better.

After tidying up, Qin Fen stepped out of his room and onto the rooftop terrace. The sky had begun to brighten under the hazy morning sun. He pushed yesterday's basin over near the water room, where it would be shaded. After soaking overnight, the mung beans were basically ready. Qin Fen personally scattered the slightly swollen little things over the yellow soil. Once he was done, he covered them with an unused empty burlap sack.

"Done. Time to head to work. Another busy day." Qin Fen rolled his neck. For now, he was not in any rush. Haste made waste; earning Merit had to be done step by step. With the Heavenly Court Moments, heh, he had plenty of opportunities.

He had gotten dressed and was about to leave when his phone rang. Listening to the voice on the other end, Qin Fen's expression turned a little strange.

"What? You want me to visit Zhang Ye on behalf of everyone? Are you kidding?"

"No. I have something to deal with these next couple of days. One of my father's old comrades-in-arms is visiting, so I need to receive him. Help keep an eye on the restaurant if you have time. If you don't, just take the day off. Money can't all be earned." Sun Yating spoke softly, though she seemed somewhat anxious.

"But I don't really understand that stuff. Besides, the restaurant is short-handed right now. I still need to help cook." Qin Fen was a little unwilling. Was this a joke? Go visit Zhang Ye? That guy had been targeting him for more than a day or two.

"Show some camaraderie for your colleague. While you're there, see when he'll be discharged. A cold somehow turned into high blood pressure." Sun Yating was also a little annoyed. Zhang Ye had always been arrogant, and after Qin Fen's sudden outburst this time, he had probably been angered into this state.

"High blood pressure?" Qin Fen's face darkened. Could those even be related? His tolerance was way too low. Hadn't Qin Fen only embarrassed his apprentice a little?

"Just go. Bring some fruit. I'll reimburse you." With that, she hung up.

Qin Fen stared blankly at his phone. If he went, would Zhang Ye's high blood pressure turn into a brain hemorrhage?

Riding his Little Lamb, Qin Fen headed to the Central City Hospital. He bought a bouquet of flowers and some fruit. As for last night's heroic deed, he had long forgotten about it and did not care. Call the police? It would be a miracle if that guy dared report it afterward. No one would believe him even if he did, and Qin Fen's special side could not possibly be exposed.

After asking a nurse, he pushed open the ward door. Zhang Ye was teasing a young nurse. They had been chatting and laughing as he bragged about his special skills and income, his face animated as though he were a winner in life, afraid the girl would not know how impressive he was or how much he earned.

"Miss, I'm not bragging, but the Winter Melon Bowl I make is great for beauty and skincare. Eat it once, and you'll want it again."

"Really? You're that amazing?"

"Of course. Let me tell you, what I'm really best at is knife work. I've studied the craft for years. My master used to be a top chef. I'm not bragging, but if I didn't want to leave home, this place really couldn't afford to hire me. My master's tofu flower carving was unrivaled in the country. He was even on television. Even foreigners gave him a thumbs-up and said, 'Oh, God.'"

"Really? Can you do it too? You can carve flowers out of tofu? That's incredible. Doesn't it crumble the moment you touch it?"

"Of course. This is a unique skill passed down by our ancestors. Naturally, I can do it. Next time, I'll take you out for a meal of my signature dishes and give you a demonstration. Me, I used to put all my effort into learning to cook, so I never had time to date. That's why I've always been single."

As Zhang Ye spoke, he flirted with the nurse. When she connected his IV tube, he deliberately touched her little hand.

Hearing that, the nurse covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Just as he was bragging away, he turned his head and saw someone he would rather die than meet.

Qin Fen stood off to the side holding flowers and fruit, quietly watching him. He had heard every word of that conversation loud and clear.

The moment he thought of Qin Fen's knife skills, Zhang Ye's face became extremely unnatural. Damn it, he was hitting on a girl here, and his enemy had shown up. As the saying went, rivals in the same trade were enemies. The displeasure Zhang Ye felt upon seeing Qin Fen came from the bottom of his heart, and a wave of anger rose inside him.

"Why are you here? What are you doing here?" Zhang Ye got agitated and lifted his hand. The nurse tugged at him, the needle slipped, and a pig-slaughtering scream immediately followed.

"Ah, my hand!"

"Who told you to move around? Look, it pierced through, didn't it?" The nurse immediately frowned, not looking the slightest bit apologetic. He had caused this himself by moving around.

What the hell are you laughing at? Zhang Ye looked utterly depressed. Seeing Qin Fen's smile, he found it especially irritating. Nothing good ever happened when he ran into Qin Fen. Was he sent by his enemy to mess with him?

"I'm here on behalf of everyone to visit Chef Zhang. I didn't expect to hear about your glorious achievements." Qin Fen set the flowers and fruit down beside him.

"Thanks a lot. Why are you running around when there's nothing wrong? Is the restaurant supposed to go unwatched? How many times have I told you to work seriously?" Zhang Ye began putting on airs in front of the girl.

"I know. I'll go back in a bit. Isn't it still early?" Qin Fen glanced at him.

"I heard you made a Winter Melon Bowl? Don't make that dish if you don't have experience, or you'll ruin my reputation. You should obediently keep chopping vegetables and practice first."

The nurse looked oddly at the two of them as she prepared to reinsert Zhang Ye's IV. She had originally been changing his medication, but now she had to do it all over again. Still, from their words, she could tell that Zhang Ye really did not like this newly arrived young man.

Qin Fen raised an eyebrow. Did Zhang Ye have to put him down to make himself look impressive while flirting with a girl? Was showing off in front of her really that interesting? Qin Fen was not even his apprentice.

"I know how to make it." Qin Fen could not be bothered to argue with him.

"Good that you know. Young man, the world outside is vast, and there is always someone better. Don't think that just because you've learned a few skills and the boss values you, you can ignore your seniors. I still call the shots in the kitchen." After saying that, Zhang Ye looked toward the girl. He had thought it through clearly. He was putting Qin Fen down, but nobody knew about it, so it would not affect his image. Besides, he could always deny it later.

One face in public and another behind people's backs—Chef Zhang had played that game well for years. In the restaurant business, after all, one had to learn how to wear several faces.

"Miss, this is a chef from my kitchen. He's here to visit me, so don't mind him. Next time, I'll take you to our restaurant and make you something delicious. When are you free? Leave me your WeChat."

The young nurse was just about to speak when Qin Fen chuckled. He had some backbone. "Chef Zhang, your wife called yesterday. She asked when you were going back home. The child is about to start school, and she wanted your opinion on whether to send the child to school in town or move into the city."

Zhang Ye's hand trembled, and the girl frowned. The needle plunged down hard.

What the hell? Since when did he have a wife? Zhang Ye whipped around to glare at Qin Fen, only for a sharp pain to shoot through his hand. Damn it, you beast.

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