It was as the man said—business in the restaurant hadn’t been going very well. There wasn’t a single customer in sight. The couple seemed to be the owners of the restaurant.
The restaurant was two-storeys high. On the lower floor, there were only three tables beside the counter and kitchen.
Miao Yi threw a glance at the woman called ‘Hong Hong’ and realized that her facial features bore some similarities to Lin Pingping’s. Their ages seemed to be similar as well, so he couldn’t help asking, "Are you two the owners?"
To which the man replied, "Yes. Indeed we are. This store belongs to us husband and wife."
"Milord. It is more spacious upstairs. Please have a seat there." Lin Pingping quickly interrupted, seemingly afraid that Miao Yi would probe deeper.
Miao Yi shot a glance at her, but he didn’t say anything else and nodded his head. He allowed her to lead everyone up the wooden steps onto the second floor.
