The old man was short and stout, so round that from afar, he looked like a squat earthenware jar.
His hair and beard were both silver-white, while the very center of his scalp was shiny and bare without a single strand of hair—a textbook case of male-pattern baldness. Yet there were few wrinkles on his face, his skin looked smooth, and his complexion was exceptionally healthy.
From his appearance, one could only tell that he was very old. Exactly how old, however, was impossible to say.
"You little ones sure are eating happily!" After taking a puff from his pipe, the old man continued, "Watching you eat with such relish has made this old fellow start drooling!"
Are you Hong Qigong from the Wind and Cloud Secret Realm?
Ye Weiming was delighted inwardly, but his expression remained calm as he said, "There is plenty of food. If you do not mind, Senior, please come in and join us. If it is not enough, we can have the waiter bring more."
Upon hearing this, the old man flipped into the room. As though he had no idea what modesty was, he pulled over a chair from the corner and sat down beside the table. He picked up a skewer of sliced chicken from the bowl and put it into his mouth to savor it.
After finishing it, he immediately set the skewer aside and turned to Ye Weiming. "You brat may look approachable on the surface, but you are still full of doubts, wondering about this old man's identity, aren't you?"
As he spoke, he shook his head again. "That is not a good mindset. Young people should have less scheming and calculation, more vigor, and more sincere smiles. As the saying goes, laugh three times a day and medicine will