The crowd couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Suddenly, as if realizing something, their gaze shifted to the door, filled with fear.
"Meat, meat, meat... that's right... all that meat was brought by Old Zhu!!"
Someone muttered, and the entire room fell silent, the only sound being the proverbial pin dropping.
Seemingly hearing the words from inside, the knocking also stopped abruptly, followed by a strange, chilling laugh:
"Hehehehe... it seems you little brats have figured it out..."
With those words, the heavy, tightly closed door swung open as if effortlessly, and a chubby middle-aged man limped in, his movements appearing stiff.
The middle-aged man appeared even fatter than the shopkeeper, with a glinty smile, and with two red meat strips slung over his shoulder.
This man was the Old Zhu that the diners spoke of.
It's said he lives in the city as a butcher, making a living by slaughtering.
