Seeing the elderly man approach, Cheng Su and the others quickly stood up to offer their seats. Wang Bo moved his chair to the other side of the table to make it easier for the elderly man to sit down.
"No, no, you sit," the elderly man said as he glanced around, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes as he nodded.
"Please, take a seat!" Cheng Su gestured politely.
"Well, if you’re sure... Ah, you don’t mind, do you? I came uninvited!" The elderly man’s Mandarin wasn’t standard, carrying a local accent, but it was understandable.
"Sir, we don’t mind at all," Cheng Su chuckled softly.
The elderly man murmured in response and asked Wang Bo to bring over his bowl, chopsticks, and a plate of chicken, saying, "This place makes the best white-cut chicken. I come here often to eat; the chicken is fresh and tender. You made the right choice coming here! Judging by your looks, you’re from out of town, aren’t you?"
Wang Bo pulled up another chair to sit down.
"Yes, we just arrived today," Cheng Su replied with a smile and poured him a cup of tea.
The elderly man, seeing this, tapped the table beside his teacup twice with his finger and asked, "Where are you from?"
"Qing City."
"Qing City from province X?"
"Sir, you even know Qing City?" Wang Bo asked upon hearing it.
The elderly man stroked his graying beard and said, "Of course I do. I even visited there in my youth. It’s a good place, with beautiful mountains and water, a real treasure land."
Zhao Da beamed with pride and said, "Indeed, our Qing City is a land of good fortune!"


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