"Haha. Everyone arrived so early, and here I am late again," the Shopkeeper from Haozailai Grain Store strode into the courtyard in his bow-legged walk, seeing a yard full of people, he said familiarly.
"Hahaha, not late at all, just in time. Please have a seat. Us country folks don't have tea, so I'm afraid you'll have to slum it with a cup of hot water," Zhang Hui said, rubbing his hands, a little embarrassed.
"Last time, I was the one who delivered your grain. We're so well acquainted; why still call me Shopkeeper? My surname is Feng, styled Yaobang, and I reckon I'm a few years older than you. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Feng," Shopkeeper Feng introduced himself to Zhang Hui.
"Then I've indeed reached quite high, Brother Feng," Zhang Hui went along with the suggestion, mutual humility between them as if they were good brothers.
