Your Balance Is Insufficient, Please Recharge Promptly

"Your mobile balance is insufficient. Please recharge promptly!"

People couldn't be this shameless! Qin Fen roared. He had just bought a 200-megabyte data package, and he had Wi-Fi on at home. Yet it was telling him his balance was insufficient and to recharge promptly?

Wasn't Wi-Fi a monthly plan? Could people like you telecom operators even be called human?

This was downright insane. Qin Fen held his phone with a gloomy expression and sent a text to 10086.

"Your remaining balance is 83 yuan. Your remaining data for this month is 187 megabytes."

Had he run into a ghost?

He clearly had enough phone credit and data. Qin Fen's head hurt a little as he stared blankly at the WeChat screen.

Wait, phone credit? That was normal in the Mortal Realm. China Mobile charged renminbi, after all. But what about the Heavenly Court? He refused to believe roaming services had expanded that far. In other words, this recharge definitely wasn't asking for money!

"Food God, what currency is popular in the Heavenly Court these days?" Qin Fen asked directly.

"Currency? No, we don't have that. What we call salaries are merely some immortal arts, pills, and items. We are different from the Mortal Realm. We have no need for money. We barter, or if we have a good relationship, we simply ask for what we want."

You were actually still in the earliest stages of primitive society! You didn't even have a general equivalent. Qin Fen was ready to die. How was he supposed to deal with this? He didn't know what to recharge with or how to recharge. What the hell was this?

Was his life really going to be toyed with by hardship like this? What happened to becoming a New Oriental chef?

Life's ups and downs had come a little too fast. He couldn't take it. Qin Fen felt a chill run through him as he looked at that cookbook. What the hell was he supposed to recharge?

Since he could see it but not eat it, Qin Fen stopped dwelling on it. "Don't mention my affairs. Heavenly secrets must not be revealed!"

"I shall comply with your decree, Fellow Daoist." Food God softly murmured as he looked at the light soy sauce and sweet bean paste in his hands and smiled. Let the Peach Banquet come even more fiercely.

Looking at his phone, Qin Fen's expression turned even uglier. Heaven, had this opportunity been given to him just so he could show off in front of immortals? He could take advantage of Qin Fen, but Qin Fen was losing out. This wasn't logical!

Holding the items in his hands, Food God immediately relaxed. Waves of immortal music drifted around him. He knew the Peach Banquet was about to begin. There was still time. By convention, the guests would first take their seats, then the immortals would chat idly. After that, the Queen Mother and Jade Emperor would deliver their opening remarks, followed by songs, dances, and various entertainment programs. The first courses were usually fruits and wine.

A few cold appetizer platters would be enough to get by. Only after everyone ate the Peaches of Immortality would the banquet truly begin. The peaches had to be served first out of necessity; it wouldn't be practical to serve them later. Everyone was here for them, so Food God still had plenty of time.

Thinking of those two items filled him with confidence. He waved his right hand. "Hurry up! White-case and red-case cooks, move faster! Get to work!"

After calming down, Qin Fen fiddled with his phone, hoping to find out how and with what he was supposed to recharge it. "Ha! Maybe the Heavenly Court will be turned upside down someday because of this butterfly effect caused by me!"

He picked up the phone and gave it a shake. "Could it run on energy?" Qin Fen muttered. "Then I'm screwed. How much energy would it need? The transmission distance could basically be described as infinite. How could this 3,600 mAh battery possibly be enough? It definitely isn't that. Could it be my willpower or physical strength?" He couldn't figure it out. If it required magical power or immortal energy, then he might as well wash up and go to bed.

But that wasn't logical either. He had transmitted things twice already, which meant there had to be some other criterion. Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. Qin Fen had always been an optimist. The monk might run, but the temple wouldn't. Sooner or later, he would find out.

Returning to the main screen, Qin Fen looked through Sun Yating's messages. Damn it, where had his selfie gone? What happened to the promised shirt photo?

Looking at the dimmed profile picture, Qin Fen felt conflicted. He had never been one to take the initiative, nor was he the type to pester people. She had disappeared after seeing that he hadn't replied, so he shouldn't keep bothering her. That wouldn't be good. "Beauty, I was in the bathroom just now."

Qin Fen said it without blushing or missing a beat. The implication was obvious: hurry up and send it again.

Appear, appear! Qin Fen shouted anxiously in his heart. It was a perfectly normal reaction for a man, but nothing happened for a long while.

Frustrated, he flipped his phone over and prepared to sleep, but the screen suddenly lit up.

"Oh."

One word? What did that mean? Qin Fen was dumbfounded. At least send it already!

"Still awake?"

"No. I'll sleep in a bit. I'm putting on a facial mask."

Qin Fen suddenly realized he was stuck. He had no experience with this. What was he supposed to say next? "Facial masks are good. Doing them at night is good for skincare."

"Mm."

Damn it, were you trying to drive him to death? Qin Fen saw another one-word reply and felt his balls ache.

"The moonlight is nice tonight. Didn't you go out?" Qin Fen started making awkward small talk. Even he found it boring.

"No, I didn't feel like moving. I was busy at the shop for a while, but business was slow. When I got back, I just wanted to lie down."

Finally, more than one word. "Then get some rest." The moment he said it, Qin Fen wanted to slap himself.

"Hehe, you're actually waiting for me to send photos, aren't you?"

Damn! What a little demon, so sharp and clever. No wonder she was a shop owner. Qin Fen had no choice but to admire this woman. She was frighteningly good at reading people.

"Haha." This time, Qin Fen had no idea what to say.

"I just took a shower!"

Damn. Qin Fen's heart gave a violent thump. "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Pfft! Sun Yating nearly laughed herself to death. You really didn't take the usual route. If it were anyone else seeing that, they would definitely say, "I don't believe you. Let me see." Catching a cold? She was truly convinced by him.

"Don't you want to see? Or guess which style I'm wearing. There's a prize if you guess right!"

Never try to guess a girl's thoughts—Qin Fen finally understood that saying. How was he supposed to reply? Say he wanted to see? That was too vulgar. Wouldn't that expose his crude side? How could an upright man like him possibly act like that? And what kind of prize was there for guessing right? What a demon.

Qin Fen sighed. He was still too righteous. Even if it killed him, he wouldn't play such a boring game with her. "I'm guessing a flight attendant outfit. There's nothing much to see anyway. Civil aviation uniforms are all about the same."

Pfft! Sun Yating was about to laugh herself silly. "Wrong guess."

Qin Fen froze. I should've just said, 'Then send it if you dare.'

"Haha, you guessed wrong, so there's no prize. Are you disappointed?"

Qin Fen wasn't disappointed at all. Even if he had guessed correctly, she could still say he was wrong. Did she think he was stupid? He just couldn't be bothered to think too hard.

"It's fine. No prize, then no prize. You're tired, so get to bed early." Qin Fen excitedly closed his phone. He had encountered situations like this before, but once the conversation got heated, the other party would always say something like, "Though mountains and rivers may keep us apart, how about 300 yuan?"

He would immediately lose his nerve. Today's conversation had truly made him feel excited.

Just as he was about to lie down, his phone lit up again. "Idiot, you guessed right. The answer was actually very simple." After saying that, Sun Yating sent him a set of photos. Sure enough, it was a purple outfit.

Sun Yating lay on the bed on her side, with long legs and a slender waist. Her half-dry hair, casually pinned up after her shower, gave her an especially alluring charm. Of course, Qin Fen glanced at the photos and still felt that size was the key.