Jiang Feng arrived at the airport just as Sun Maochai and his two companions had already collected their luggage and stood out conspicuously in a line by the entrance.
Although they were coming to Beiping to settle down temporarily, the three of them didn't bring much—a suitcase each, which could easily fit into the trunk of Zhang Guanghang's Mercedes-Benz.
Jiang Feng went up to greet them.
"Master Sun, Master Qiu, Sun Jikai, you must be weary from the journey, how was your rest? The house is all ready. When you see it, if you're satisfied, you can move in right away. All the daily necessities are prepared as well. Rest well today and we'll have a menu tasting at Taifeng Building tomorrow morning at ten," Jiang Feng said.
"We are really troubling you, everything has been so thoroughly prepared," Sun Maochai said with ease, smiling.
"You've gone to great trouble for us," Qiu Fu said, seeming somewhat reserved.
Sun Jikai smiled at Jiang Feng, somewhat absent-minded.
