Redemption? I'm just a mortal, okay? Sure, I'm also Dongwang Gong, the sun god, now, but that identity is bloody useless. Big Chef narrowed his eyes, feeling utterly helpless. Help? How am I supposed to help?
He stood in the courtyard with his phone in hand, staring blankly. Before long, the elderly people nearby gathered around him one after another.
"Qin, long time no see! You're back, huh? We're planning to have tea here today. How about cooking us a few dishes?"
Qin Fen scratched his forehead. His teahouse had been sitting neglected all this time. That wouldn't do. "No problem. I'll bring you a pot of tea first. Give me a moment to check what ingredients are in the kitchen. Today's on me!"
"Haha, sorry for the trouble, then. Oh, this is some Martini my boy gave me. I'm not used to foreign liquor, so you can have it. Consider it payment for the meal!" one old man said with a chuckle.
"Sure!" Qin Fen accepted the bottle with a smile. He didn't actually drink foreign liquor either. Neither did Shorty.
After preparing a pot of tea in the glass room, Big Chef poured some for the old men and wiped down their seats, then walked off to one side.
"Qin's a good lad. Old friends, if you have any business or connections in the future, give him a helping hand."
"I think he's pretty good too. Of course we should. But from what I've heard, Qin doesn't seem to need it. He's even been on A Bite of China. I've been learning those dietary therapy recipes of his every day, and my complexion's improved quite a bit lately!"
"Really? I'll take a look later too."
Big Chef paid no attention to their chatter. He opened his phone, and