The stall owner had a face covered with wrinkles, looking to be over sixty years old, his clothing patched up several times. Only his granddaughter, not yet ten years old, helped him manage the business. Yet, their business was far from comparable to others, the two of them quite able to manage on their own.
Why was this so? She gazed at Wen Liangyu, lifting one of her delicate eyebrows, waiting for his explanation. He was much more intelligent than Young Master Wen and surely wouldn't speak without reason. Although the elderly and the child staunchly held their stall, they only offered smiles when seeing them coming, unlike other tea stalls that vigorously touted for business, naturally resulting in fewer visitors in front of their stall.
