Qin Fen closed his chat with the Queen Mother with some regret. That little glimpse of scenery had certainly been captivating. All right, as a man who had risen above vulgar interests, Qin Fen was thinking about serious business.
Wenchang was a scholar, and one worshipped by scholars everywhere at that. It was only natural that he had a scholar's temper, a literary youth's tendency to moan over nothing, and an older generation's backward, pedantic stuffiness. People like him were difficult to handle: upright, incorruptible, without wants or desires, even the very model of rigid stubbornness. Once he latched onto a principle, nine oxen couldn't drag him away from it. So what should Qin Fen do?
Qin Fen closed his eyes, and Little Bean watched him expectantly. Ever since joining Chef Qin, Shorty's favorite pastime had been watching Big Chef mess with immortals. Surely this bastard was going to pull another unconventional stunt this time.
A moment later, Qin Fen's eyes snapped open. Little Bean stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail. "If I can't think of anything, I'll stop thinking! Things will work themselves out when the time comes!"
Get lost. Little Bean ran off to one side, heartbroken.
"Oh, right." Qin Fen suddenly slapped his forehead, and Little Bean whipped around. Did you think of something? I can't wait!
"I just got a text. Someone transferred three million to me. There really are anonymous good Samaritans around these days, doing good deeds without leaving their names. They knew I was struggling, that my family was having a hard time. Look, they sent me a donation. I must have done so many good deeds lately that even Heaven was moved!" Qin Fen wore a peculiar expression as he looked at the text.
Little Bean felt an urge to