"What the hell," Old Zhuang muttered. "Why are there so many fewer orders today?"
The chef walked over and offered him a cigarette. "Business is always hit or miss in this kind of weather. It's normal."
"That can't be right. Take these two, for example. They're regulars at Jiaoyao Garden. They've been eating here since the day I opened. Whenever the weather's bad, they almost always order delivery from my place."
"Maybe they're not home today?"
"In a heavy sandstorm like this? You think they'd dare go out?" Old Zhuang snorted. "If my son hadn't awakened a superpower, who could even make deliveries in this weather?"
Old Zhuang's son, Zhuang Qiang, had awakened a body-strengthening superpower that allowed him to plant his feet firmly on the ground.
The superpower was pretty useless, and since Zhuang Qiang had no interest in being a mercenary, his Superpower Level had always remained at one.
