Zhao Xinli heard and grinned, tilting his chin toward Zhou Ning.
"Mr. Xia really gets me."
Their car sped on, and soon they were about to leave the center of Rudong City, but no one asked any further questions. After a few turns, they arrived in front of a modest storefront. Hanging high above the entrance was an embroidered flag prominently featuring the character for "noodle."
Beneath it hung a black plaque that read "Fatty's Noodle House." It wasn't extravagant but had an antique charm, and the interior looked very clean with tables and chairs all in a natural wood color. Mr. Zhao parked the car and was the first to dart out.
As soon as he entered, he called out:
"Is Fatty here?"
A fat old man with a head full of silver hair swayed his belly as he came out from behind a curtain, and upon seeing Mr. Zhao, he broke into a smile like a Maitreya Buddha.
"Kid, what brings you here?"
Zhao Xinli turned around and pointed at the group behind him, saying:
