The Cold Noodle Shop was outdoors, with a thatched shed built above it. Within the shed were four tables and chairs, and their stove was right beside it.
The shop was run by a husband and wife, along with their eight or nine-year-old child.
Seeing Zhao Dong's group enter, the shopkeeper hurriedly came over to greet them warmly. He arrived just in time to hear Zhao Zhitong say that she could already write her own name, and he laughed, "This young master of yours is quite handsome."
Sun Youcai quickly corrected him, "No, no, this is my little niece."
The shopkeeper was surprised. "Oh, a girl who can actually read? It seems you all come from a family of scholars."
Zhao Dong hurriedly refuted, "No, no. Her grandfather is a physician, and she just learned a few characters from him."
Then he changed the topic, asking, "Boss, how much is a bowl of your cold noodles?"
Hearing that there was business, the shopkeeper eagerly replied, "Two coins a bowl."
