"What's this 'great prophet' business!" Chen Ze covered his face in dismay, he really hadn't expected the things he'd thought of to actually come true.
Chen Ze had made exactly one thousand matcha cakes before triggering a special effect that granted one of the matcha cakes a purification effect.
"Xie BiAn and Fan Wujiu have left, and it's almost half-past ten... I really am," Chen Ze felt that if it wasn't for the Quadruple Speed Slate that Hastur had given him, it would have taken even longer to make those one thousand matcha cakes.
"Betty?" Chen Ze twisted his neck, even for him, repeating the same steps for such a long time was making him feel nauseous and wanting to vomit.
There was no response in the restaurant.
Out of curiosity, Chen Ze peeked out and then saw Betty and the girl sleeping back to back, quietly.
"That's nice." Chen Ze carried out the matcha cake and placed it on the table.
