I Have Three Things I Won't Do

Qin Fen had an Insightful Eye. What was in the glass fish tank wasn't any common goldfish, crab, or turtle, but a kind of transparent little shrimp, about two centimeters long. They looked like crystals, and from a distance, the tank seemed completely empty.

No wonder the people around him had been looking at him strangely. They looked at this guy even more strangely, as if he were a patient who had successfully escaped from the Third Hospital. At least Qin Fen had brought normal species with him.

The fat man chewed on a baked flatbread and looked at Chef Qin in surprise. "Not bad, buddy. You've got sharp eyes. Lots of people think I'm sick for carrying around an empty fish tank, but I'm not. I keep Snowball Shrimp in here."

Qin Fen nodded. Good eyesight, that was it. You couldn't really judge a hobby like keeping pets. It was just like men—some liked skinny ones, some liked big and fair ones, some liked delicate little birds, and some liked long legs. To each their own.

"You're the first person who didn't think I was strange at first glance and could actually see the Snowballs. Nice to meet you. My name is Fu Qiang. I don't have any hobbies besides one thing: eating. You can call me a foodie if you want. I don't mind!" Fu Qiang was delighted. He hadn't expected to meet someone so unusual today.

"My name is Qin Fen. I don't have any hobbies either. I just like..." Qin Fen stalled. What he usually liked most was chatting, reading gossip in the news, or playing games. So what exactly was his hobby?

"You keep animals too? This chihuahua looks pretty funny, like a total idiot!" Fu Qiang immediately identified Qin Fen's hobby.

Yeah, yeah, keeping