Hao didn't feel mad at Dou Xinshi.
Not exactly.
More like confused and mildly overwhelmed.
The moment Dou Xinshi entered the store earlier, he had thrown himself to the ground in a full kowtow, forehead on tile, hands spread wide like he was ready to be accepted as a disciple on the spot.
No hello.
No introduction.
Just full shrine-mode in under five seconds.
Hao had stopped caring what Dou Xinshi actually called him.
But the problem was Dou Xinshi didn't just say weird things.
He acted on them.
Polite customers bowed.
Dou Xinshi dropped into full genuflection with dramatic background music only he could hear.
Respectful customers asked for a recommendation.
Dou Xinshi tried to offer up one of his own internal organs in exchange for another cup of instant noodles.
Hao could only stare and silently pray to the heavens.
Please. No more weirdos.
