The three of them arrived outside the shop, and Shi Feng noticed Qi Yun's BMW 5 Series, immediately brightening up and teasing, "Wow, seems you've been making quite a bit of money recently."
Qi Yun laughed heartily, "I'm just making a little money from recycling; I can't compare with Boss Shi."
Shi Feng rolled his eyes at him, "Let's take your car; mine's out of gas."
Qi Yun shrugged and responded, "Alright, if Boss Shi has spoken, how could I refuse."
Half an hour later, the car stopped steadily at the entrance of that familiar little courtyard.
The person Shi Feng mentioned was Old Chen.
He led the two inside the courtyard with ease, and they saw the garden was tranquil and serene, with flourishing greenery.
On the stone table in the courtyard was a set of quaint tea utensils, and on the bamboo chair beside it, an elderly man was resting with his eyes closed, looking at ease.
Shi Feng stepped forward and respectfully called out, "Old Chen, sorry for disturbing your rest."
