That was right. Big Chef wasn't nervous. As a deity-fine, merely an Appointed Orthodox Deity with a title-he still counted as a high-ranking immortal, didn't he? Even if he remained a mortal, Qin Fen truly wasn't nervous. Having never encountered anything like this before, Big Chef suddenly felt a little excited.
"I've been well-behaved since I was a kid. I never got into fights, because it would cause trouble for my parents. Sometimes, when people bullied me, I thought about losing my temper and fighting back. But then I'd imagine my parents getting lectured by the school, or summoned to the police station if things got out of hand, and that fire inside me would die. A man has things he should do and things he shouldn't. I couldn't make my parents worry and live in fear!"
But now? Qin Fen's eyes suddenly lit up. He had finally caught some real, live specimens! This sort of scene seemed common only in novels. Supposedly, it happened in everyday life too, but he had only ever read about it online. And now? A line came to Big Chef's mind: the swallows that once nested in noble halls had finally flown into ordinary homes. I've finally run into it myself! This is so exciting.
Little Bean looked utterly miserable. Could you show a little of an Imperial Lord's dignity? Master, you're the mighty Dongwang Gong and the foreigners' God rolled into one. How ridiculously impressive is that? Is this really worth getting worked up over?
It was. Qin Fen was delighted. What red-blooded man didn't dream of being a superhero? This was the Mortal Realm, not some other world.
Finding a suitable opening, Big Chef headed toward the restroom beside the parking lot.
The rainbow-haired fellows behind him immediately followed. Green Hair glanced