Yun Haichao pushed the door open.
Yun Muxue was tidying up a table where guests had finished eating, while Hu San seemed to be looking at his phone behind the counter.
Hearing the noise, they both looked up.
Hu San was the first to look away, and Yun Muxue greeted warmly, "What would you like to eat, sir?"
Neither of them recognized Yun Haichao, considering that more than thirty years had passed. They vaguely felt he looked familiar, just as if he were a customer who had visited before. Their restaurant saw so many customers coming and going, there were too many familiar faces to remember.
Yun Haichao found an empty table and sat down, then said, "I won't be eating; may I sit here and rest for a while?"
The couple both paused in surprise. Hu San gave Yun Haichao a curious look once more but didn't speak, turning his gaze towards Yun Muxue. Clearly, Yun Muxue made the decisions about the household matters.
