Night, in Yuan Zhou's restaurant.
"Little Yuan, I'm here with a guest. Are you fine with that?" Zhou Shijie said with a smile the moment he entered.
"No problem. Please take a seat," Yuan Zhou gave a simple reply.
"Hi, Boss Yuan. I am this guy's friend. I heard there was tofu pudding tonight so I invited myself. I hope you don't mind me," the one speaking was an old man with white hair and beard, looking about 70 years old. Despite his age, his face looked rosy and healthy.
"Not a problem at all," Yuan Zhou said.
The old man nodded. No matter what, the confidence Yuan Zhou was carrying himself with was something good.
