San Yuan Canteen didn't look very big, only about 300 square feet or so, but a long line had already formed at its entrance.
Su Chen took a look and noticed that most of the people in line were elderly. There were almost no young people.
This surprised Su Chen. For so many elderly people to voluntarily line up like this, this restaurant had to be something special.
Unable to contain his curiosity, he turned to a slightly hunched middle-aged man in front of him and asked, "Sir, what's the deal with this San Yuan Canteen? Why is it all elderly people lining up?"
The middle-aged man turned around. His somewhat cloudy eyes looked Su Chen up and down before he spoke. "Judging by your accent, you're not from Zheng Island, are you? A tourist?"
Su Chen nodded. "Yeah, I just got here yesterday afternoon."
The man got an "I knew it" look on his face. He turned back to look at the bustling San Yuan Canteen and said slowly, "The owner of this restaurant is a truly good person."
