"Right." Qin Huai nodded, realizing he himself had forgotten, quickly opened the game panel and checked again, "It's Old Shi's side quest, to make egg tarts for him."
"How long have you had this task? Still haven't made a simple egg tart, Qin Huai, what's wrong with you? You're so slow with everything, is making an egg tart that hard? Did you make the egg tart?"
"My days here are numbered, yet you're all lounging around as if I can live another 10 or 8 years. That lousy drama I was following was the same, dragging on like molasses, 12 episodes to catch the culprit, 6 more to clear up a misunderstanding. Do I have the time to keep hearing them explain their misunderstandings?"
"And that novel I've been following, that wretched author, can write or scram if he can't, dragging out a pee-sized plot point for months without any clarity. What are each and every one of them doing?"
