Qin Fen finished stir-frying several dishes, tossed some fruit to Little Bean, and carried the food out of the glass house. The elderly guests sitting in the sunshine had long been looking around, gazing eagerly at Big Chef. The rich aroma drifted on the breeze, and several of them closed their eyes in delight and breathed it in.
"Qin's cooking really is something. I haven't even eaten yet, and I already can't wait."
"Exactly, it smells wonderful, especially that spicy chicken. The chicken flavor seems really rich. Qin uses proper ingredients, too, not chickens raised on feed! Come on, let me try it!"
As the elderly guests dug in, Big Chef glanced at his phone. Dracula had been saved, judging by the message he had sent praising God. As for the Heart Demon, Qin Fen paid him no attention and simply ignored him. He had no idea that Hell was now in utter chaos, with that beam of light having drawn a great swarm of angels.
One of the young men nearby looked rather familiar.
As Big Chef looked at the young men and women by the lake, his gaze kept settling on one man in their midst. The man had a rather distinctive build, with a bandaged arm and wounds on his face.
"Isn't that the guy I saw get hit by a car when I went out in Capital City?" Qin Fen remembered him. Damn, someone I know. He's recovering pretty well.
Seemingly sensing Qin Fen's gaze, Lan Yibing turned around and walked toward him.
"Friend, what are you looking at?" A strange smile curled Lan Yibing's lips. He had come here today to take a look at Qin Fen and this strange lake. Old Gun had sent word that Yan Bing had already made his move early