Soon enough.
Under Lin Chuan's instruction, the Little Landlady arranged a meeting with the client at a tea house.
The eight or nine o'clock sun, with its round outline becoming increasingly clear against the dawn sky, cast a pale golden light on the road. The cool of the early morning intertwined with the warmth of the sunshine, as the familiar little electric scooter made its way down this street.
After a short while, both the Little Landlady and Lin Chuan arrived at their destination.
Yueming Tea House.
This tea house wasn't conspicuous, nestled at the end of a tranquil alley. The storefront was modest, but simple and elegant, with several pots of lush green potted plants placed in front, releasing a faint fragrance.
The Little Landlady parked the electric scooter outside the alley, took off her helmet, and, holding Lin Chuan's hand, stepped into the tea house.
The service at the tea house was excellent.