Lin Yi and the Old Beggar walked into a small courtyard.
The environment here was elegant, with a pond, a rockery, a pavilion, and flowers.
No matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like a place open for business.
It was more like a private residence.
After passing the rockery, they saw an open space inside.
Five tables were set up there, which finally put Lin Yi a little at ease.
Otherwise, he would have dragged the Old Beggar away to find another noodle shop.
At the moment, there wasn't a single customer in the courtyard.
It seemed quite desolate.
The Old Beggar, however, seemed very familiar with the place. He found a table and sat down.
Then he found a small bronze bell nearby, picked it up, and shook it a few times.
DING-A-LING—
The crisp sound of the bronze bell rang out.
A short while later, a person walked out from inside.
He wore a white apron and had a full head of silver hair, with a kind and benevolent face.
Judging by his appearance, he was quite old.
