Zhao Xinli heard it, grinned and tilted his chin upward at Zhou Ning.
"It's Mr. Xia who really gets me."
The car wasn't slow, and it looked like they were about to leave the center of Rudong City. However, no one asked any further questions. After making several turns, they arrived at a small storefront. At the very top hung an embroidered banner with a huge character for "noodle" being very eye-catching.
Beneath it hung a black signboard that said Fatty's Noodle House. It wasn't fancy but had an ancient charm, and the inside looked very clean, with all the tables and chairs made of natural wood. Mr. Zhao stopped the car, and he was the first to jump out.
As he entered, he shouted:
"Is Fatty here?"
A fat old man with a head full of silver hair waddled out from behind a curtain, his belly swaying. Seeing Mr. Zhao, he broke into a smile that resembled Maitreya Buddha.
"Kid, what brings you here?"
Zhao Xinli turned and pointed to the group of people behind him, saying: