Queen Mother, I Am Guilty

The noodle shop was quiet. Quite a few customers stared at Qin Fen strangely. Imagine someone eating noodles, holding a phone, and suddenly spraying food everywhere. It was not an unfamiliar sight, but it was not common either. Everyone was astonished and began watching the lunatic.

Qin Fen was under enormous pressure. That Victoria's Secret incident with the Dragon King back then was not something he had wanted to send. It had been a damn mistake, all right? If the Queen Mother learned the truth, she would probably beat him to death.

You damned bastard, what the hell was that line about personally designing it? If the Queen Mother understood what those clothes were for and realized Chef Qin had personally made them, shit, she would absolutely explode. It was just too embarrassing.

Qin Fen dared swear to heaven that he knew how to make them, but he had absolutely not made them with his own hands. Dragon King, you bastard, you set me up.

The Queen Mother still did not believe it. Was he trying to fool her? "No way. How did you know?" Was he making it up?

The Dragon King chuckled. How could he not know? He had made several high-quality imitations. That was right, they were definitely Heart-Protecting Mirrors. They worked quite well.

Wasn't that supposed to make women look good?

Qin Fen did not want to speak, because he did not want to explain. The Dragon King was a good man. Sometimes, silence truly was golden.

The miserable chef picked at his noodles. They were really spicy. He had sprayed out a mouthful just now, and it had nearly made him curse. Something was wrong with them. This was more than just fragrant heat; it was not only spicy, but sharp and pungent. Damn it,