Old acquaintance not seen for long, but upon returning, still a youth.
Zhou Yi pinched his fingers and calculated that Old Bai had passed away for one thousand six hundred and thirty years, even his grave had been moved away from the capital.
"Then you can work as a waiter!"
"Eh, thank you for taking me in, Shopkeeper."
Bai Shiyu gritted his teeth in agreement, feeling as though he was stripped naked under their scrutiny, his heart insecure, nervously rubbing his hands and stomping his feet.
Yang Li's eyes bulged with a hint of resentment as he looked at Bai Shiyu, as if he owed him a great deal of money.
Avoiding Zhou Yi's strange gaze, Bai Shiyu said, "What's wrong with me helping you out, you little tyke?"
"But I came here first!"
