Only to see his younger brother Nangong Tianmi holding a pot and a spoon, stir-frying some not-so-clean field snails...
Nangong Tianmi, with a cheap Hongtashan cigarette in his mouth, had his sleeves rolled high, and though the oil smoke drifted onto his hairstyle and clothes, he paid no attention.
Beside Nangong Tianmi stood an elderly lady in her seventies, occasionally saying, "Tianmi! Let grandma handle it, you go drink with your brothers!"
Seeing this, both Nangong Tianxiang and Ye Hao knew that Nangong Tianmi was helping the old lady with her business and the customers were Nangong Tianmi's crowd.
Nangong Tianmi, cigarette dangling, mumbled, "Grandma, just sit down! I'll take care of it."
"How can that be, you're the customer, let me do it! Don't get your clothes dirty," the old lady couldn't bear Nangong Tianmi's high-class shirt being stained with oil smoke, and said so from time to time.
