"Mr. Stan! Long time no see." Betty cheerfully greeted the incoming customer, her tail wagging excitedly. To know that Stan was an old customer was one thing, but recently Stan's visits had become rare, and no one knew exactly why.
"Hmm," the man with a sullen face sat down in his usual spot, quietly waiting. He didn't need to say anything; Chen Ze naturally knew what dish he wanted to order.
Chen Ze glanced at the refrigerator, realizing he would need to buy some ingredients tomorrow, as there were barely enough to make Buffet's dish.
"Stan, it's been a while," said Chen Ze, while he made Buffet, conversing with Stan.
"There's a problem with the gods." Stan's expression remained deadpan as he spoke as casually as if he was saying he was going out for a stroll.
"Eh?" Betty looked at Stan in surprise. Knowing that Stan was one of the top powerhouses of the negative plane, hearing him talk about issues with the gods was no small matter.
