What Are You Looking At? Shrimps

Qin Fen banteringly and heartlessly teased Heavenly Demon, and incidentally gave him a kick. The poor drowned dog had just crawled ashore and hadn't even caught his breath when he was kicked back into the water by Big Chef again. Comrades, what kind of feeling is this?

Big brother, big brother, you are truly amazing. Elder, you had better withdraw your divine powers. Heavenly Demon felt tons of damage. The other party patted his backside and left, and now here he was again, left as his wretched self, silently licking his wounds in the dark. He swore that he would never want to see this guy again in the future.

A man walked out from inside, and upon seeing the smiling Qin Fen, immediately stepped forward. This person seemed familiar, and Qin Fen had some memories of him; he seemed to have a bit of an impression from the airport that day—he should be Chairman Zhou's assistant.

"You are Master Qin, Qin Fen, right?"

At the other party's question, Qin Fen nodded. His savior had finally arrived. Standing outside was very awkward, especially with a man walking dogs and birds who had practically become the focus of everyone's attention. Even more bizarrely, that mynah was actually red and perched right on Qin Fen's shoulder. These days, some people dyed their hair red, others dyed it white, but he had never seen anyone dye a bird's feathers and give it an ionic perm.

In their eyes, Chef Qin was simply a weird guy, a typical non-conformist.

"Master Qin, I didn't expect your hobby to be so well-rounded!" The assistant was also stunned. It was his first time seeing someone participate in a fashion show so desperately, even bringing a dog along just for the visual treat. How thick-skinned must one be?