Keeping Your Word Comes First, and the Queen Mother Gets a Delivery

The exhibition bustled around them, but things had grown unusually lively among the little group. Qin Fen felt the pressure. Good grief, he wasn't some famous master. They didn't need to get so fired up just to make their presence known.

But when he saw the looks in their eyes, Qin Fen shrugged. "Fine, one at a time. I'll get to everyone. I'm heading back for today!" Before any of them could reply, he bolted. Life was getting difficult. He seemed to be a magnet for trouble wherever he went. Better to stay away from crowds altogether.

Qin Fen left the exhibition as the sky slowly darkened. It was getting late, and after playing Backstage Escape for a while, he was hungry. Before leaving, he had shamelessly asked an assistant for a set of **.

The assistant's expression had been quite a sight. She had looked at him strangely.

Qin Fen was thin-skinned and couldn't bear to stay, so he hurried off. Once he reached the street, he rubbed his stomach. Time to find somewhere to eat.

Looking along the road, he spotted a noodle shop that was also a Southeast Asian restaurant. That was something new!

Big Chef went in. As a chef, eating more and seeing more were good ways to broaden his horizons.

"Sir, what would you like?" A young waitress took out a tablet and swiped across it.

Big Chef was impressed. Of course it was Capital City—even the noodle shops were this high-tech.

Qin Fen glanced through the menu. He hadn't studied the cuisines of Southeast Asia, but good food knew no borders. He ordered a bowl of Japanese ramen that was supposedly made with spicy beef. He had no idea if it was any good, but Qin Fen thought it was worth learning from