Li Banfeng knocked on the door. A man of about thirty-five or thirty-six answered. He was of medium height and sturdy build, clad in a simple vest and trousers, with patches upon patches all over his clothes.
His dark cheeks, bushy eyebrows, and thick lips exuded an air of simplicity and honesty.
Little Fatty had once told Li Banfeng that once you left Medicine King Valley, restaurants became very scarce. If you got hungry on the road and wanted to find a place to eat, you could ask for a meal at someone's home, giving them three or five yuan for the food, and most families would not refuse.
After Li Banfeng explained his intent, the man warmly welcomed him into his home.
Although the man was plainly dressed, his yard was quite large. Just looking at the size of the front yard, it was almost as big as a basketball court.
The yard had three tile-roofed houses and one storage room. The buildings were somewhat old but meticulously clean.
