The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

The fashionable girl glanced at Yang Wanqing, then at Chen Hao, her expression incredibly complex. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say, finally managing an awkward smile: "Oh... well, sorry to bother you."

Chen Siyao, who was trying so hard not to laugh, had a stomachache. She whispered to Yang Wanqing, "Qingqing, your acting skills are so good, you deserve an Oscar."

Yang Wanqing replied softly, "Of course, I've acted in it eight hundred times already."

Seeing this, the girls nearby, who had also wanted to approach and strike up a conversation, all shrank back. One of them whispered to her companion, "He has a girlfriend, don't go."

"And that girlfriend of his is quite pretty."

"Never mind, let's go."

The girls left reluctantly, looking back several times as they went.

Chen Hao shook his head helplessly, bent down and put the dolls on the table into bags. Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing each carried two large bags, grinning from ear to ear.

"Brother, you're amazing!" Chen Siyao was still excited. "Look at the way those girls are looking at you, they practically want to devour you. If Qingqing and I hadn't been there to stop them, your WeChat would have been flooded with friend requests today."

Yang Wanqing nodded: "That girl in the red dress, her eyelashes are practically falling off from blinking."

Chen Siyao mimicked the girl's winking motion, and Yang Wanqing laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

Chen Hao glanced at them, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Let's go eat."

The three of them carried large and small bags up to the fourth floor of the mall and found a Hunan restaurant. There was a long queue at the door, and Chen Siyao went to get a number; there were still more than a dozen tables ahead of them.

"It'll take a long time," she said, pouting.

Yang Wanqing pointed to a Cantonese restaurant across the street: "That one doesn't have a queue, shall we go eat there?"

Chen Hao glanced at it and shook his head: "This is the place. I know you want spicy food."

Chen Siyao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Brother, how did you know?"

"When you were little, you ate spicy snacks and cried because they were so spicy, but you kept crying and begging for more. You kept saying, 'I want more,' while you were crying."

Chen Siyao blushed: "That happened so many years ago! You still remember! I was only a few years old then!"

Yang Wanqing burst out laughing: "Yaoyao, you have this kind of embarrassing history? Crying from eating spicy snacks?"

Chen Siyao glared at her: "Shut up! You must have done something like this when you were a kid!"

"I didn't," Yang Wanqing shook her head. "I was a very well-behaved child."

"You're such a good boy/girl."

The two started bickering, while Chen Hao stood to the side with a smile on his lips.

After waiting for more than twenty minutes, it was finally their turn. The waiter led them to a seat by the window, and Chen Siyao took the menu and ordered: chopped chili fish head, stir-fried beef with yellow peppers, stir-fried minced pork with pickled green beans, hand-shredded cabbage, and a seaweed and egg drop soup.

While waiting for the food, a young man wearing glasses approached, holding a phone, his expression a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He stood by the table, hesitated for a while, and then cautiously asked, "Excuse me... are you Master Chen?"

Chen Hao looked up at him.

The boy's face flushed bright red, and his voice trembled with excitement: "I...I'm a fan of your live stream! I've been watching since the Xi Wangmu Secret Realm episode! I watched the part where you restored the silk scroll more than ten times! And the incantation technique! It's amazing! I..."

As he spoke, he became so excited that he didn't know what to say.

Chen Hao looked at him and nodded: "Thank you."

The boy became even more excited, his voice trembling: "Could I...could I take a picture with you? I...I really admire you so much! My classmates all say I'm crazy, but I know you're real! It's all true!"

Chen Siyao smiled and took his phone: "Of course! Come on, stand over here."

The boy stood next to Chen Hao, making a peace sign with both hands, but his hands were shaking. Chen Siyao took two pictures and handed the phone back to him. The boy took the phone, glanced at the photos, and almost burst into tears.

"Thank you, Master Chen! Thank you, Master Chen!" He bowed three times, then turned and ran back to his table. Several of his friends gathered around to look at the photo and exclaimed in surprise.

"Is it really Master Chen?"

"Holy crap! You actually got a photo with them!"

"Let me see! Let me see!"

The boy was surrounded by his friends, laughing like a fool.

Chen Siyao looked over there and couldn't help but laugh: "Brother, you're more popular than a celebrity now. You run into fans everywhere you go."

Yang Wanqing nodded: "And the fans are all very genuine. That guy was almost bursting with excitement just now."

Chen Hao didn't say anything, but picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The dishes arrived: the chopped chili fish head was bright red, and the stir-fried beef with yellow peppers smelled delicious. Chen Siyao picked up a piece of fish and put it in her mouth, hissing from the spiciness, but she still couldn't stop eating.

As we were eating, more people came over. This time it was two girls, dressed fashionably, wearing light makeup, holding their phones, and standing shyly by the table.

"Um...excuse me, are you Master Chen?" one of the girls asked in a low voice.

Chen Hao looked up and nodded.

The two girls exchanged a glance, their faces lighting up with surprise. Their voices rose an octave: "It really is you! Can we take a picture with you?"

Yang Wanqing took the phone and took two pictures for them. The two girls thanked her and happily returned to their seats, chattering away the whole way.

"He's so handsome! Even more handsome than in the live stream!"

"And she has such an elegant air about her! Standing there, she looks like she stepped out of a painting!"

A few moments later, a few more people came over. A young man, a couple, and a mother with a child. Everyone followed the same routine—come over, ask cautiously, take a photo, and happily go home.

After the mother finished taking the photo, she held her child's hand and said, "Baby, you just took a picture with a very, very impressive person. You'll understand when you grow up."

The child looked bewildered, but still cooperated by making a peace sign.

Chen Siyao put down her chopsticks and looked at the growing number of people in the restaurant. She couldn't help but say, "Brother, you're not going to have a peaceful meal."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another person approached. This time it was a man in his thirties, wearing a plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses; he looked like the typical straight-laced, STEM guy.

He stood by the table, rubbed his hands together, and asked somewhat shyly, "Master Chen, may I take a picture with you?"

Chen Hao was taken aback: "What did you call me?"

The man scratched his head: "God. That's what the fans call you. You're from ancient times, a divine being, so calling you Celestial Master doesn't sound imposing enough, so we changed it to God."

Chen Siyao laughed so hard she slapped the table: "Right, right, right! Bro, I forgot to tell you, now the fans in the group call you 'God'! They say you're both a survivor from ancient times and a deity, so calling you 'God' is the most fitting!"

Yang Wanqing added, "That's what everyone in the live stream was saying too. 'God bless me!' 'God, take me as your disciple!' 'God, please sign your name!'"

Chen Hao's lips twitched slightly: "A High God?"