The middle-aged man widened his eyes, looking at Gu Lingqiao: "Miss Gu really has a poor memory. We just met last night, and today you've forgotten. Or perhaps Miss Gu wants to default on debt and pretend not to know someone lowly like me."
Last night, this Miss Gu went to his restaurant and ordered a whole table full of dishes, all delicacies from the mountains. The shopkeeper originally thought he had a big client, but who knew, after the young lady finished eating, she had no money to pay the bill and arrogantly claimed she was from the War Prince's Mansion.
The middle-aged man's reminder finally made Gu Lingqiao recall who this man was. It turned out to be the shopkeeper of the tavern; no wonder he seemed a bit familiar.
Gu Lingqiao: "What's the matter? Owe you a little money, and you chase up to the door?"
Shopkeeper: "This money may be small to the young lady, but it's extremely important to someone like me. Perhaps without it, our restaurant might even go bankrupt."
