The Chef Was in a Bad Mood, and Someone Was Going to Pay

At last, Qin Fen had come to the century-old Quanjude restaurant he had heard so much about. He followed the host inside and booked a private room for himself to keep that little bastard Little Bean from causing trouble. He could afford it, so why not?

Qin Fen did not find the enormous private room lonely. If anything, he welcomed the peace. His good mood had vanished, though. Big Chef had a temper, and he was still upset.

He set Little Bean on the floor, and the little rascal instantly sprang back to life. By now, he was an expert at pretending to be a toy. Qin Fen ordered a few dishes and settled in to wait. He loved food, and he had long wanted to try Beijing Roast Duck.

Qin Fen took out his phone. While he waited, he skipped the Heavenly Court feed and hit Shake. Right now, he just wanted someone to chat with.

Click. Panda Goes Diving? Qin Fen saw the username and passed it over. What was the point of chatting with someone who was going diving? He shook again.

Click. Blood-Red Dawn. Now that was a badass name. It had a tough, military feel to it. Maybe the guy was a soldier. Qin Fen had always admired soldiers and had once wanted to enlist himself. His family had objected, though. There was no one else nearby to care for his aging grandfather, and his parents were worried about him too. So that dream had come to nothing.

Qin Fen had let it go. Setting his worries aside, Big Chef added the guy as a friend.

In a strange black castle, a foreign man was about to enjoy dinner. Before him lay a small cut of veal, wet and bloody, with a glass of vivid