The last person to draw the lottery was a middle-aged man. He had the same goatee as Yu daoyi, and his face was thin. He was wearing a loose cotton long shirt.
However, there were patches of blotches on the dark blue robe. Some of the blotches were brownish red, and some were of other dark colors. He wore a pair of black cloth shoes.
He wasn't a Daoist. He had short hair, and his hand was clean and white. It was different from Yu daoyi's paleness. His hand looked like it had been scrubbed clean.
Yuan Zhou had an impression of this person as he was also a regular customer of the restaurant. He had been here since this year and would come here once a month.
Every time he finished his meal, he would nod at Yuan Zhou. When he walked out of the restaurant, he would bow to the customers who were still eating and waiting in line to express his apology.
That's right. It was an apology rather than a thanks. That was why Yuan Zhou remembered him.
