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That was right. As a chef, Qin Fen was the most willful person in the business. No contest.

"Then are you in a good mood now?" Fu Qiang's throat felt a little dry.

"I'm fine now, but who knows how I'll feel when the time comes?" Qin Fen shrugged.

Then what the hell was the point of saying that? Fu Qiang was miserable. He had never met a chef like this in his life.

He had met plenty of famous chefs, but none this willful. No matter how good they were, they all had a price. If you could pay it, you could hire them. But refusing to cook because he was in a bad mood? What the hell was that? Where was his professional pride?

Fu Qiang refused to believe anyone could be such a pain in the ass. "Are you really a chef? You're not just bragging, are you? I don't care if you're not famous. What matters to me is the food."

"I really am a chef, and I really am that much of a pain in the ass!" Qin Fen chuckled.

Damn it. Fu Qiang felt this guy was every bit as eccentric as he was.

Chef Qin couldn't be bothered to explain. If he didn't want to cook, he wouldn't, and pushing him was pointless. Big Chef had plenty on his mind: he was still twenty thousand Merit short, he had no idea what to do about Jingwei, and the Queen Mother even wanted Victoria's Secret. The pressure was immense.

Fu Qiang studied Qin Fen's face, wavering. He took out his phone, looked at it, then glanced back at Qin Fen. Holy shit. The unrivaled Tofu Carving—Chef Qin!

"Wait, are you that Qin Fen?" Fu Qiang was so shocked his balls nearly shook.

"I'm that