Ma Guan barely needed to say another word. In twos and threes, people found seats and called out to the waiter:
"Bring me a bowl of wontons. I want to try them."
"I'll have a bowl, too."
"If even Mr. Qingzhou said they were good, this place must have a unique recipe. I have to give it a try."
"Besides, we still have about an hour until class starts today. No rush..."
A burly woman saw what was happening and quickly had the others tend to the customers while she rushed upstairs to the second floor.
KNOCK. KNOCK KNOCK.
Inside the room, Lou Yuxue was in the middle of deciphering a secret message from an opera script. Hearing the sound, she asked with some annoyance, "What is it?"
"Sh-Shopkeeper, we have a situation in the shop."
"What kind of situation?"
"A lot of customers have arrived."
Lou Yuxue frowned. She listened intently for a moment and, quickly grasping what had happened, couldn't help but grumble to herself about Chen Yi's meddling.
