As the conversation reached this point, he stopped, gestured with his hand, and turned towards the direction of the riverbank, lifting his chin slightly.
"Take a look at this riverside. Before my wife married me, she used to set up a stall here."
"Set up a stall?" Wang Zhanrui glanced up at him.
"Yes, a noodle stall," Meng Yuhuai said with a smile, "the cheapest bowl was four or five copper coins, and the most expensive was only around ten to twenty. Unless it was the rainy season and no one would come out at night, she would be busy here every evening. Before Daoxiang Garden expanded, it was just a small eatery, and the money to open that eatery came from her saving up coin by coin from this stall, selling sauces, and catering for banquets."
Wang Zhanrui remained silent, involuntarily looking towards the east of the village.
