The Chameleon's Bad Day

Qin Fen put away his phone, tossed Chameleon aside, and sat down to eat with the five old men. Four dishes and a soup made for a simple meal, yet the old men found something special in it. The food was light, and Qin Fen had clearly put thought into it. The dishes were well balanced and nutritious too. They were particular about food, and one look told them as much.

The old men chatted and occasionally asked how a dish was made. Qin Fen answered every question. It was a good start. Even the tallest building had to rise from the ground.

After the meal, Qin Fen cleaned up. While everyone else was still savoring the food, his phone rang again.

Watching Chef Qin step aside, Old Sun asked an old friend, "Do you really want Qin Fen to join the Martial Arts Association? I think you should wait a couple of years. He's still young. I don't want to see such a promising talent ruined."

"You don't understand. This is exactly when our martial arts need to grow. More and more international visitors are coming to China and getting to know it. Kung fu is one of our hallmarks. We need new blood. This is a great opportunity to promote martial arts, but we need talent to make the most of it."

"But aren't you worried he's too young to put up with the way things work in there?" That was why Old Sun had left years ago. Some things had changed.

"I'll look out for him as best I can." Old Chen still refused to give up.

"I hope so!"

While the two old men sighed over that, Qin Fen had his own reason to sigh. This scammer's hooked on it now, huh? Coming back for more?