The doorbell chimed. Qin Fen, who had yet to sit down, curled his lip. Before he could move, Little Fatty shot Little Bean a disdainful look, his face brimming with joy. My worth is finally being recognized!
"Please sit down, my lord. I'll get the door!" With that, he scampered eagerly toward the entrance. Little Bean looked at the door, then at its own paws, utterly miserable. Bootlicker! it cursed inwardly. It wanted to suck up too, but it simply couldn't. Following its master meant getting treats. If he happened to be in a good mood someday and handed it a Peach of Immortality, that would be pure bliss.
Others might not know, but Little Bean did. Qin Fen was an Imperial Lord! Given his relationship with Dongwang Gong and the Queen Mother, the benefits would be enormous.
Unfortunately, it hated the Mortal Realm. It still couldn't even speak, let alone take human form. Little Fatty knew nothing about the Heavenly Court, but he had one thought: this was a true god, a supreme existence. One casual promotion from him, and Little Fatty would be set! As for granting Qin Fen's wishes, he had long since tossed that idea into a ditch. Having Qin Fen grant his wishes made much more sense.
When he opened the door, Lan Yibing stared at Little Fatty with burning enthusiasm. "Is Qin Fen home?" he asked softly, despite knowing the answer. He didn't spare Big Chef a glance, constantly sizing up Little Fatty instead.
I'm not gay! Little Fatty had picked up bad habits from going online with Shorty. He had originally been just a child.
"Need something?" Qin Fen asked.
"It's about what we discussed last time. I really want to book a table-no, three tables. Just name your price!" Lan Yibing found