"Ah... Ahhhhhh..."
A sharp scream echoed from inside the room, like a fledgling bird whose neck was being squeezed.
Ye Li's heart tightened, and she pushed the door open.
The spacious room was pitch-black, like a cellar that had been sealed off for years.
She gave Old Mrs. Fu and the old butler a reassuring glance, then shut the door behind her and moved forward cautiously. "Brother Mu, it's me, Ye Li. Brother Mu?"
"Ahhhhhh..."
The sound grew sharper, as if roaring: Get out, get out!
Ye Li froze in her tracks. "Brother Mu, it's me, Ye Xiaoli. Don't you want me anymore?"
The screaming suddenly stopped.
"Ye Xiaoli, this shop is a scam. We need to complain about it!"
"Okay!"
"But Ye Xiaoli, this shop's food is actually really good!"
"Then… let's wait together. Maybe, someday in the future, it will become a century-old establishment!"
"Ye Xiaoli, are you serious? It's got 96 years to go before it gets there. Are you sure you can live that long?"