The middle-aged man exclaimed excitedly, "Of course! Look at me, I've been washing dishes here for twenty years, how old am I now?"
Shen Ying frowned.
Others thought he was middle-aged, but he seemed like he's on the border between middle-aged and elderly. One step back, they'd call him uncle; one more step, they'd call him grandpa.
Just as Shen Ying was about to diplomatically suggest a relatively young age, the middle-aged man laughed loudly, "I'm twenty-eight this year, but everyone says I look eighteen. It's all thanks to being here."
Upon hearing this answer and confirming he wasn't joking, Shen Ying and Duan Yun couldn't help but gasp.
This guy is twenty-eight?
If you didn't know, you'd think he was fifty-eight, sixty-eight.
Shen Ying had high emotional intelligence and almost said forty-eight, which felt like she would be slightly brushing her conscience.
Duan Yun couldn't resist asking curiously, "What's the secret?"
