Old Liu was also incredibly busy, now refilling one customer's wine, now adding another dish for someone else, but he was delighted nonetheless.
These few customers alone were enough to earn him food for today and tomorrow.
Just then, his vision blurred for a moment, and a young man appeared before his stall.
The moment he saw this person, Old Liu grew tense.
In both bearing and dress, the man looked nothing like someone who would drink at a street stall. Instead, he seemed more like a young nobleman from some great family's estate.
The sudden appearance of such a person made Old Liu's heart leap into his throat. He had been a cautious man his entire life, the type to worry that even a falling leaf might crush his skull.
It wasn't just him. Even the patrons, who had been drinking and laughing moments before, lowered their voices, looking uneasily at the ramrod-straight young man.
"A pot of wine and a side dish," the young man said after sweeping his gaze over the stall.
