Chapter 970: The Scent of Everyday Life

The owner found a spot under a tree, wiped it with a black cloth, and invited Yaen Chi to sit down, then turned and went into the shop to get busy.

Yaen Chi sat down, and the table only came up to his waist.

The stool was a very short little round one, and with his long legs having no place to go, he stretched one leg under the table, slightly extending it to the opposite side.

The shop was doing very well, people kept coming in, breakfast was something that people ate quickly, and as soon as one batch left another would fill in.

The tables never stayed empty for long, and just a few minutes after Yaen Chi sat down, all the inside tables filled up.

Customers placed orders relying solely on the owner’s powerful calls, almost like he was chanting.

A moment later, a man in his fifties came to eat, but there were no seats left.

He headed straight to Yaen Chi, politely asking if they could share a table.

Yaen Chi nodded.

Maybe his aura was too formidable, so the other guests didn’t dare approach, but the old man wasn’t intimidated by the younger generation.

In just a couple of sentences, they started chatting, and the old man fixated on Yaen Chi’s cigarette.

“Young man, this cigarette you’ve got—”

Yaen Chi glanced at the cigarette pack and, sensibly, took out a cigarette, revealing half of it outside and handed it over, “Sir, you’re having cigarette cravings so early in the morning too?”

“Indeed I am, my wife keeps me on a tight leash at home, I always sneak a couple in when I go for walks early in the morning.

Today was unlucky; I put on the wrong pants when I left.

You wouldn’t believe it; my wife’s got spies in the park, I have to pretend to walk the usual route to show up there.

I was just about to buy a pack, and here you are.”

The old man proudly waved at Yaen Chi.

The way he held the cigarette between his fingers, only someone who’s smoked for decades could carry it off like that.

Yaen Chi choked on a puff of smoke, coughed a few times with his voice muffled, and before he could laugh, he quickly pressed his hand to the corner of his mouth, “You’re quite the character.”

“Oh!

This cigarette!”

The old man’s eyes lit up, “These cigarettes aren’t cheap, are they?”

Yaen Chi placed the cigarette pack over to him.

The old man picked it up, looked it over several times, clicking his tongue, “Not cheap at all, you’re quite the lavish young man.”

Yaen Chi quickly changed the subject, “This breakfast place is nice, huh?”

“Sure is!” the old man clapped his hands, “They make good noodles here, especially the beef offal noodles and pea noodles.

Have you ordered?

If not, I’ll treat you.”

“Already ordered.”

“This place does good business.

Look, on this entire street, this shop is the most happening.

The owner will even shout out orders.

If I don’t hear his voice every morning, I feel incomplete for the rest of the day.”

Yaen Chi nodded, smiling, and chimed in with a couple of agreeable phrases.

Finally, he sighed gently, “It’s true, I haven’t felt such a lively atmosphere in a long time.”

“So you’re some kind of Immortal, are you?”

The old man squinted at him, initially intending to tease him, but seeing Yaen Chi’s distinguished clothing and demeanor, he realized he wasn’t an ordinary person, and swallowed his words.

Once breakfast was served, Yaen Chi stubbed out the cigarette.

He pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the holder, handed it to the old man across from him, and then took another pair for himself.

The tips of the chopsticks were frayed, obviously well-used.

Yaen Chi wiped them briefly with a napkin, then stirred his noodles.

As Yaen Chi was down to two bites, the old man had already finished.

He took out his phone to scan the QR code, called the owner over, and asked, “How much?”

Yaen Chi hurried to stop him, pulling out his phone, “Don’t charge him, I’ll pay.

How much in total?”

“Young man, are you looking down on this old man’s pension?” The old man got angry.

Yaen Chi politely said, “No, no, no, absolutely not, no disrespect intended.

You kept me company and chatted with me for a while, treating you to a bowl of noodles is the least I could do.

I’m the junior here, please don’t fight me on this.”