"Could the bride originally be from Mingjiang Prefecture?"
Zhou Xuan came up with this strange idea.
"Let's settle down on East Market Street first."
Feeling tired, Zhou Xuan leaned back and fell asleep.
When he woke up, it was nearly dusk.
It was too late to find a long-term rental on East Market Street.
After Zhou Xuan and his companions got off the carriage, they found an inn on the street to stay at.
...
After settling in the inn, Zhou Xuan and his companions went to East River Restaurant; they had missed lunch and were extremely hungry.
Even though they hadn't yet adapted to the taste of Mingjiang cuisine, they still devoured their food without any manners.
While they were eating joyfully, suddenly, a bald old man, carrying half a bottle of wine, staggered past Zhou Xuan and, as if he had discovered a new continent, exclaimed,
"Yo, Mu Hua, you're dining at a restaurant now? Lost interest in your own snack stand?"
