He glanced at the female thug as she walked into the changing room, then the chef eagerly opened the group chat. The moment he entered, his heart turned as sour as if he had drunk aged vinegar.
"It's a pity the Patriarch hasn't appeared much lately, or we could ask what this arrangement is all about!" Medicine Master shook his head, holding Doraemon as he stared blankly at it. "I just don't understand how the Patriarch's brain works. He can even give people injections when treating illnesses? It's quite novel—injecting medicine directly into the bloodstream, then letting it circulate throughout the entire body with the blood flow. Inconceivable. Brilliant, truly brilliant.
"I now feel that the Patriarch's medical skills have reached the point of returning to simplicity. At the very least, I could never have come up with something like this!"
"I've been reading Doraemon too. The food in it is very peculiar. I feel that many of the dishes are somewhat close to what the Patriarch told me before, yet they're also vastly different. I've benefited greatly from it!" Food God nodded as well.
What the hell? Wasn't this for children? Qin Fen knew this set of books would have a huge impact, but he had never expected things to become this insane!
Looking at the discussion in the group, the chef was rendered speechless. It seemed he had gone a little too far this time.
It was far more than a little. Luban spoke up. "Cars, airplanes, and such are simply wondrous ideas. For mortals to achieve such accomplishments through their creativity is truly astounding. I've also drawn quite a bit of inspiration from it. Thinking about it now, that bicycle from before was in this book as well. No wonder the Patriarch wasn't satisfied and had Mingfeng