Several days later.
Cloud Street.
Lin Fan was lying in his chair, looking as if life was meaningless. The welfare institute had already gotten on the right track and his life had gotten a little boring.
Making scallion pancakes every day was very tiring. Ten servings a day. When he was unlucky, he would have to make up to twenty. Who would be able to endure such a job?
Fraud Tian glanced at Lin Fan and felt that this kid looked like his life was meaningless. He had no idea what had happened. "Kid, what's wrong? Why do you look like your life is meaningless?"
Lin Fan replied, "I'm tired. Look at my job right now. I'm so busy that I'm dying of exhaustion. And the welfare institute needs me to watch over it too. I'm thinking, at such a young age, for me to be this tired, is it good?"
