Mr. Wen looked at the furious old man. "Are you Liu Dazhong, Steamed Bun Liu?"
The old man looked at Mr. Wen in a daze for a while and looked at him with a smile that was uglier than crying. "Mr. Wen, I haven't seen you for nearly 20 years, right? You're still as elegant as ever! I'm already in dire straits. I don't even have a place to invite you to sit."
Mr. Wen pointed at the tables and chairs in the hall and smiled. "I'll treat you to a seat!"
Steamed Bun Liu cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, sir."
Seeing that they were taking their seats in the hall, the shop assistants did not dare to chase them away. One of them turned around and ran towards the backyard.
Mr. Wen looked at Bun Liu in confusion. "Why are you so down and out? Isn't this restaurant yours? What happened to your little girl?"
