Thinking he disliked the title, the man hurriedly waved his hands. "If you don't like it, I'll stick to Celestial Master Chen..."
"No need," Chen Hao interrupted him. "Call me whatever you like."
The man sighed in relief, happily took a photo with him, and returned to his seat.
As soon as he sat down, he took out his phone and posted to his Moments feed. Alongside their photo, he wrote, "Ran into the High God at The MixC today! He's even more handsome in person than on his livestreams! He even said it was fine for me to call him High God! My life is complete!"
Before long, the restaurant entrance grew lively. A crowd streamed in—young people, middle-aged people, and even parents with children. They stood at the entrance, looking around, and their eyes lit up when they spotted Chen Hao's table.
"Over there! Over there!"
"It really is the High God!"
"Come on, hurry! Let's eat here too!"
The restaurant manager rushed over, sweat covering his forehead. "Dear guests, we're a small restaurant with limited seating..."
"That's fine, we'll line up!"
"Right, we'll wait!"
"We'll wait as long as the High God takes to eat!"
In less than twenty minutes, a long line had formed outside the restaurant, winding around several corners. The servers rushed back and forth, barely stopping to catch their breath. Even after adding several tables, there still weren't enough seats.
The other diners were bewildered too. They looked around and whispered among themselves.
"High God? Celestial Master Chen? Who's that? A celebrity?"
"He's pretty handsome, but I've never seen him before. Which influencer is he?"
"What's going on? They're calling him High God—is he some kind of cosplay idol? Or a big name in some niche community?"
Outside the restaurant.
A middle-aged woman