Chen Ze yawned, the afternoon was almost over, but no customers had come, and during this time, apart from occasionally checking the master stock pot, Chen Ze was left with nothing to do but grow anxious.
"I wonder how Hastur is doing?" Chen Ze tapped on the table out of boredom. His own table was very sturdy, impervious to any damage that might be inflicted upon the furniture.
This saved Chen Ze quite a bit of trouble; otherwise, if he had to replace a pile of shattered tableware every day, the restaurant just wouldn't survive.
Chen Ze wasn't the owner of Hua Village Arcade, with deep pockets, indifferent to how many arcade machines were smashed every day, even able to keep bringing in new machines for people to destroy.
"So boring." Chen Ze felt a bit irritable. When there were too many people, he felt exhausted, but when there were too few, he found it meaningless. Tch.
