As soon as he crossed the wooden bridge and set foot on the other side of the island, a large crowd swarmed toward him.
The man leading them had pointed ears, blond hair, green eyes, and a full beard. "Brother, you selling?"
Hearing such predatory words right off the bat, Qin Ziwen looked up in shock.
"If you need a recipe, you can come to me." The man in front of him, who was wearing a hat, took it off, his full head of silver hair dancing in the wind. He bowed slightly and handed over a business card with a smile. "Everyone who comes to the restaurant is here to prepare some fine cuisine. If you have any spare or suitable ingredients, you can look for me. I can give you a fair price."
Qin Ziwen accepted the card. It seemed to be handcrafted from some kind of metal.
Four words were engraved on it: Food Hall Merchant: Bai Ye.
