Question: What is it like to have a late-night dining hall dedicated to the gods?
I, Chen Fan, almost starved to death in my own restaurant.
Until an old man with a white beard pushed the door open and asked me on a broken-screen mobile phone if he could have a bowl of braised pork rice on credit.
He said that he was the landowner next door and his KPI was too low and he was about to be laid off.
I thought it was mental illness until I heard a "ding" in my head:
[The Shenming Canteen system has been bound!
From then on, my little shop became a refuge in Ragnarok:
The landowner who lost his temple came to use the Wi-Fi, the goddess of luck who was complained came to borrow a power bank, and even the King of Hell came to complain about the bugs in the Book of Life and Death system.
They can't afford the incense, so they can only pay for it with "baubles" - such as a small blessing.
Business was booming day by day, but I found that the troubles in the divine world were quietly seeping into my reality.
And the customer in black who always showed up after closing time to taste Mapo Tofu in silence finally put down his sickle.
"Boss," his voice was hoarse, "I heard that your last wish can come true?"
What should I do? Waiting online, quite urgent.
