After spending a few days at home with his parents, Qin Fen prepared to return to the villa. Though Chef Qin was lazy, he had plenty to do. Who told him to spend all day neglecting his proper work? To keep developing skills and promoting culture, he had to give it his all. If anyone wanted him to make money, Qin Fen would spit in their face. Once you had too much money, aside from showing off, it was honestly fucking useless.
That said, he really was not short on money. As the mighty Solar Star Lord and Eastern Duke, money was nothing but numbers to Chef Qin.
After packing his things, Qin Fen took his bag downstairs and ate steamed buns at a breakfast shop. They were his favorite soup dumplings. He ordered two baskets and a bowl of soy milk. Qin Fen felt that life was not about how much money you spent, but about comfort. As long as you were enjoying yourself, nothing else mattered.
Breakfast businesses did exceptionally well in the morning, but this line of work was far more exhausting than ordinary restaurants. Other people worked late into the night; they had to get up early. They generally had to come out and start preparing at four or five in the morning. It really was hard-earned money.
As the buns and soy milk arrived, Chef Qin looked at the street outside. It was nearing work hours now. There were more cars and more people, but everyone was in a hurry. The ground was somewhat damp, and from time to time, a cold gust blew through the door, chilling people from head to toe. Those wearing too little even shivered unconsciously from the cold.
After eating a bun, Chef Qin opened his phone. Recently, he had