By the hanging basket in the courtyard, the chef lay down and leisurely enjoyed the sunlight. His fingers tapped swiftly, and after adding Old Bull, who had just come online, he quickly opened the video.
Jade Face's home was still the same, except today it was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, with maidservants bustling about. It was clear the mistress of the house was in quite a good mood.
The scene shifted. Tilting his head, Qin Fen saw a strange fellow appear beside her: a pair of bull horns, a tiger's back, a bear's waist, imposing and majestic. This was the leader of the Seven Great Sages, the Great Sage Who Pacified Heaven, the Bull Demon King. It was not as if the chef had never met him before. When they captured Golden Whiskers, Old Bull had contributed quite a bit.
"Hehe, didn't I have no other choice? My wife has a solid family fortune and plenty of subordinates. If I don't come to you, who else should I go to?" Old Bull's dark cowhide face reddened, instantly turning glossy. Qin Fen could not help marveling. This was genuine leather, definitely not synthetic.
"You could go to Iron Fan. Isn't she well-off too? She's even the princess of the Rakshasa Kingdom. She has money if she needs money, people if she needs people. Why come make things difficult for me?" Jade Face said petulantly, turning her back on Old Bull. Either he did not come at all, or whenever he did, it was because he needed something. Otherwise, he would spend a few days fooling around and then disappear. Did he have even a shred of responsibility?
Old Bull scratched his face. Who told him he was a renowned romantic of the Demon Tribe? They were all true love.