The heavenly soldiers stared speechlessly at Big Chef as he appeared on the light barrier. Holy crap, he's back after less than ten minutes! Are you doing this just for kicks?
Anxious as they were, rules were rules. It was like the military, with its strict hierarchy. When a superior arrived, the sentry had to salute, no questions asked. Even if you went in and out of the gate five or six times in half an hour, he still had to salute. Rules were rules; they couldn't be ignored.
This was pretty much the same situation. Chef Qin had fucking shown up again.
As disciples, respecting their teacher was a must. Whether at school or out shopping, there was no way they could see their teacher without greeting him. Besides, Qin Fen was the Heavenly Court's famous Beacon of the Sea of Bitterness, saving people from suffering and hardship. These ordinary folk of the Heavenly Court respected their teacher from the bottom of their hearts, so kneeling posed no burden at all. They dropped to their knees without hesitation. A teacher for a day was a father for life-what was there to be embarrassed about?
Once they moved, the impact of several dozen people couldn't be underestimated. It quickly triggered a domino effect. Those around them joined in, and the heavenly soldiers knelt too. The Mo brothers nearly fucking puked.
When Qin Fen arrived, he hadn't even addressed them. If Big Chef had spoken to them, they could naturally have stood up. A greeting would have sufficed; answering his question would take priority. But Qin Fen's fucking question was directed at the Queen Mother.
In other words, this had nothing to do with the two of them. When the bosses were talking, the secretaries had to stand aside.
Awkward. So