Zhao Changhe found it difficult to judge whether this was just a random encounter... If it wasn't, and the man was specifically waiting here for him, that would be quite extraordinary indeed.
Eighteen Changhes had dispersed in all directions, and before this, he hadn't even known which door he would take—it was a completely random choice. How could this person have predicted his movements? Or was he following behind, arriving first despite starting later, even faster than galloping through the snow on a Wuzhui?
Unable to figure it out, Zhao Changhe simply decided to treat it as a normal encounter, and sat down cheerfully opposite the old man: "Although I also enjoy a drink or two, old man, it's not good to drink on an empty stomach in the morning."
"Who says I'm on an empty stomach? Aren't there peanuts here?" the old man pushed the peanuts a bit closer to him: "Want some?"
Zhao Changhe snapped his fingers at the waiter: "Bring some steamed buns."
