Although it didn't look impressive from the outside, once they put on shoe covers and entered, the interior decoration was quite distinctive.
It was a typical Chinese-style decor, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall and a cabinet-integrated fish tank where several goldfish swam leisurely about. Three bedrooms and two living rooms, roughly a hundred square meters in size—lacking the air of a businessman's wealth, it indeed suited the style of a university professor.
"Uncle Duan."
After they entered, Duan Zhongxin came out from the kitchen, still wearing an apron.
An influential figure in Hancheng, actually cooking himself.
"Please have a seat, the meal will be ready shortly."
"Don't worry about us, Uncle Duan. Do you need any help?"
Shi Qianxi glanced into the kitchen.
There was another woman busy in the kitchen, no doubt Duan Zhongxin's wife.
"No, you should sit down with Jiang Chen and the others first. Xue Ling, serve the guests some tea."
