Qin Fen took the female thug's hand. Her face reddened, and after holding it in for a while, she finally said, "What time's the movie? It's not even three yet!"
Qin Fen froze. He had only been thinking about getting one over on her and had completely forgotten about that. "I think it's at three thirty!" Right, if they went over now, it would be just in time for dinner.
"That's still early. By the way, what made you think of going to a movie today?" Sun Yating found it a little strange.
Chef Qin certainly couldn't say he wanted to prank her in return, so he could only force an excuse. "Because I'm happy. My birthday's coming up."
"Your birthday? I remember it's on Christmas, December twenty-fourth!" The female thug's restaurant had kept records before, and she remembered it clearly.
That was right. Qin Fen nodded. When he had been little, he had never thought much of having that birthday. Only after growing up had he realized how badass it was. Then his expression suddenly changed. Could I really be God?
That wasn't scientific. The chef felt it was just a joke. Plenty of people were born that day, at least thousands or tens of thousands. How could there be that many Gods? Still, the moment he thought of the Ten Commandments, his scalp tingled.
"That's the day. Thanks for remembering. As a reward, I've decided to accompany you shopping!" Qin Fen said righteously. In truth, he wanted to look at women's clothes, because the main work coming up would be the Heavenly Court fashion show. Pleated miniskirts, low-rise jeans, off-the-shoulder outfits—they all had to be included. As for what the Heavenly Court would turn into, what the hell did that have to do with him?
Right, now that