Qin Fen had no idea that when he opened the WeChat video, what he saw was neither Chang'e nor the Moon Rabbit, but—"Holy shit!" Big Chef instantly went blank. The screen was filled with heads everywhere, with aunties everywhere—no, immortal maidens. A vast black mass stretched as far as the eye could see.
The moment Little Apple's song began, butts were everywhere. All those matching tracksuits made it look like some damned sports meet opening ceremony.
Staring at the scene before him, Chef Qin wordlessly asked the heavens, "This can work too?" He did not remember there being this many people. One glance and—good lord—there had to be at least several thousand.
Little Bean squeezed in beside him. It had wanted to watch last night, and now, after one look—damn it, it knew it. Sure enough, things had gone completely out of control again!
Yes, it was out of control. Qin Fen was left speechless as he watched the scene. How had so many people come? He could not figure it out. Chang'e was not this popular, was she? Her support squad was this powerful? That should not have been possible. Big Chef had thought things through clearly, but unfortunately, he had failed to account for the Queen Mother.
That really had been impossible to predict. Who could have known the Queen Mother had come to throw a fit out of jealous rage? Unfortunately, that fit never happened; instead, it turned into expansion, and then into profit.
Qin Fen's eyes were practically going blind. So many female immortals were shaking their hips, all moving in perfectly synchronized rhythm. It was not just him going blind—Little Bean was too. Look at that; this beast really had gone and messed around again.
The two of them might have gone blind, but every