Wei Hantao was the first to arrive at the restaurant as he had come ten minutes in advance. The owner of the restaurant immediately walked out to greet him, for he was the son of Wei Zhongrong.
"It is an honor to serve you today, Mr. Wei." The owner, a gentle grandfather with mild features, stepped near the entrance where the young man stood. He was a charming sight as the sun shone upon him and many of the passersby kept their eyes glued to him. The owner personally believed that out of all the sons of Wei Zhongrong, only this one was able to inherit his eyes.
Wei Hantao took off his sunglasses and smiled. "Thank you for accepting my reservation on a late notice, especially when you're jam-packed today."
"Nonsense. Please do not thank me, Mr. Wei. Nothing pleases us more than to have you here."
