Liu Yumei picked up the memorial tablet and placed it in front of her:
"Look how scared the kids are. Old man, tell me, was I really that terrifying when I was young?"
...
After breakfast, Li Zhiyuan went to Cui Cui's house alone.
At the crossroads leading to Cui Cui's house, Li Zhiyuan saw Old Tian standing there early in the morning.
Old Tian was wearing a robe and a pair of new cloth shoes, standing with his hands behind his back.
To be honest, he really embodied the stereotype of a rich old man.
But after noticing Li Zhiyuan's presence, Old Tian's back immediately hunched over, unable to move forward or backward, instead began to spin in place.
Li Zhiyuan approached him.
"Good morning, Mr. Li."
"I don't like that title."
"Good morning, Brother Xiao Yuan."
"Didn't Zhao Yi tell you last night?"
"It was my young master... who told me to dress like this and wait here this morning."
"What else did he say?"
