Everyone knew this was no invitation for Big Chef to dinner, but a dignified Imperial Lord had declared it with such conviction that they were all dumbfounded.
Matchmaker Yue's jaw dropped as realization struck him. He had been overlooking the crucial point all along. He had been the first to get to know Qin Fen. Now that Qin Fen was an Imperial Lord, he had toned things down, but getting under people's skin was his true nature!
Damn it, he almost fooled me. This is the real Qin Fen!
Lü Dongbin was speechless. An Imperial Lord like this was truly a once-in-a-millennium sight. Even he felt anxious for the Mo brothers.
The other immortals were already stunned. You can actually do that? They could just imagine Dongwang Gong turning up at their home for dinner every day. Qin Fen would have no trouble eating, but those two brothers would be too terrified to swallow a bite.
Mo Lihong stared at Big Chef, his mouth hanging open, utterly torn. If I say I absolutely wasn't inviting you to dinner, fuck, that'll offend him. A superior coming to your house for dinner is an honor. You're not supposed to turn your nose up at it. But I really don't want this! I serve the Jade Emperor. What the hell is Qin Fen's favor worth? Besides, is this really favor? This is bullshit!
Then again, was he supposed to smile and say, "Only fairy tales tell lies. I'm nothing like that. I wouldn't lie to you. Come on over, I'll treat you for a month"? Mo Lihong would rather die.
Mo Liqing was on the verge of tears. He had thought of it too, and a mouthful of blood seemed to lodge in his throat, unable to go up or down. Try reasoning