Zhao Xinli heard this, grinned, and tilted his chin up at Zhou Ning.
"Mr. Xia knows me best."
The car was moving at a good speed, and soon they were about to leave the center of Rudong City. But no one asked any questions. After taking a few turns, they arrived in front of a small storefront. At the highest point of the storefront hung an embroidered banner with a large, conspicuous character for "noodle."
Underneath hung a black plaque with the words Fatty's Noodle House carved into it. Though not lavish, it had an ancient and classical charm. Inside, it was very clean, with furniture all in the original wood color. Mr. Zhao parked the car and was the first to leap out.
As soon as he entered, he shouted,
"Is Fatty here?"
A fat old man with a head full of silver hair, wobbling his belly, lifted the curtain from inside and walked out. Seeing Mr. Zhao, he immediately broke into a laugh, resembling the Maitreya Buddha.
"What brings you here, kid?"
