Qianlima has been open for many years, so some loyal customers often visit.
After coming frequently, the staff at the restaurant can recognize them when they see them.
"Uncle Liu, you've come over!" Wen Jing was talking to the greeter at the entrance and, upon seeing Uncle Liu, hurriedly went forward to assist him warmly.
Uncle Liu is seventy this year, and though his body still seems strong, his legs are noticeably worse year after year.
Nowadays, you can see the staggering posture when he walks, and it's evident that the condition in his left leg has worsened, making him reluctant to step on it.
Uncle Liu said with a smile, "Isn't it that time of the year again? Coming over here to check-in."
The order-taker enthusiastically came over, ready to make introductions for the old gentleman.
Wen Jing waved: "No need, just make sure there's a Rich and Colorful Seafood Cup."
After saying that, she asked, "Uncle Liu, do you also want a serving of seafood noodles?"
