At that yell, Qin Fen nearly lost his footing with his bowl in hand. Great, another clueless bumpkin. Wasting my water like that-do you think it's free? Conserve it! Plenty of places don't even have running water yet. What's wrong with you?
"Stop!" Qin Fen shouted. Little Fatty immediately jerked his hand back in fright and stood meekly to one side. He had no idea how Qin Fen intended to deal with him, and he felt deeply uneasy.
Qin Fen sat on the sofa, turned on the television, and ate while watching the news. He took out a cigarette. "So, basically, you don't have any abilities left?"
Little Fatty jolted in alarm. "N-no, that's not true. How could it be?" Seeing Qin Fen take out a lighter and flick it without getting a flame, he immediately scooped up his oil lamp and hurried over. With a touch of his hand, a tiny flame appeared.
Qin Fen gave him a strange look. So that's all you can do now? My childhood! Speechless, Qin Fen lit his cigarette and continued eating without a word. The more composed he remained, the more nervous Little Fatty grew, his heart filled with dread.
Big Chef had never intended to do anything to him. As the mighty Dongwang Gong and Yin Mountain Great Emperor, how could he possibly get angry with a Candidate Deity of the lowest rank? After testing him, Qin Fen had already seen right through him. This fellow was a genuine weakling with a combat rating of five!
But Little Fatty didn't see it that way. He had to prove his worth.
Qin Fen cast a speechless glance at Little Fatty as he ate. "So, basically, you don't have much ability right now!"
Little Fatty shuddered violently. *He really is a demon god.