Chapter 38 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Had he not suddenly received a call, Fatty would have overslept the very next day.

That couldn’t be helped. He had only logged off at 12:30 a.m. and fallen asleep at around 1 a.m. When the phone rang, he was still deep in dreamland.

Bleary-eyed, Fatty reached out for the phone and accepted the call. The person’s name on the screen was Priest Cillian.

“Hey, Fatty. Did you forget what you’re supposed to do today?”

Priest Cillian was an old man over 50 years of age. On his chubby face was a funny pair of small-rimmed glasses. He was Caucasian but he could speak Chinese fluently with the occasional touch of a Beijing accent.

Perhaps, it was because Cillian and Fatty were both fatties that they had clicked so well when they had first met.

Fatty finally remembered that it was Monday. The spring cleaning of the church always happened on Mondays. Everyone had to be present, which was why he’d still remembered that he would need to go to work the next day when he had been playing yesterday.

After replying to Old Man Cillian, he hung up and went to wash up.

Perhaps, Fatty’s job was considered very strange by other people, for people would usually become monks or Taoists instead of priests.

He was actually not really a priest, as he was still considered a trainee in the church. At most, he was a Westernized version of a monk, but not yet an official priest.

However, he had majored in theology at university, which was an extremely unknown profession.

Fatty put on his priest robes after washing up. Just as he was about to step out, he suddenly retraced his steps.

He carefully picked up a picture frame from the cupboard in the bedroom and wiped it clean. Then, he placed it back down lightly before turning and leaving the house.

In the picture was a couple with huge grins on their faces. The man was a little plump and looked quite similar to Fatty. The lady, on the other hand, who was extremely beautiful and had long black hair, was lying on the man’s chest. She was looking down at the infant she was cradling with a gentle, loving gaze.

It was clear that this couple was Fatty’s parents. The fat infant, who was drooling and closing his eyes in deep sleep, was indeed Tang Ji.

It was a very heartwarming picture…