The next day, Xia Yu arrived as promised.
"I guess this is it."
Looking at the text message on his phone, the content was nothing more than a welcome for his visit, along with a detailed address.
This was a bustling street no less lively than the area around Juxia Building. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't hard to notice that many of the restaurant and snack shop signs along the street bore the Liu name, such as Liu San's Dumpling Shop and Liu Si's Cold Rabbit.
Without a doubt, this was the culinary street where chefs of the Liu lineage gathered.
Xia Yu stood in front of a congee and noodle restaurant.
He looked up at the sign, "Manxiang Hall?"
It was morning, during rush hour for work and school, and the small restaurant was doing brisk business. Xia Yu rarely made time in the morning away from his daily practice to visit alone, showing how much he valued that prospective senior disciple.
Just like he told Zhu Qing yesterday, he wasn't here just for fun.
