He had been in the Northern Song Dynasty for almost half a month now, and apart from the fresh air, his biggest impression was boredom. No TV, no computer, not even a newspaper, and the popular pastime here was composing poetry, which he had no interest in. As for visiting brothels, he had no money, and even if he did, he wouldn’t dare go. In this era, security was so poor, there weren’t even any condoms or anything like that. If he caught some disease, who knew if it could even be cured.

Damn it, this really isn’t a life fit for a human.

Kevin Thompson cursed fiercely again in his heart, sat up, glanced outside, and thought that since he was just sitting around anyway, he might as well go see if Uncle Foster needed any help. Otherwise, he really might die of boredom.

Humming a little tune, Kevin Thompson arrived at Drunken Immortal Residence. It was still as desolate as ever; in the first-floor hall, only Liam Foster was sitting on a bench, and he looked even more bored than Kevin Thompson.

Another poor kid! Kevin Thompson sighed, looked around, but didn’t see Yvonne Foster anywhere, which surprised him. He walked up to Liam Foster and asked, “Little Six, where’s Uncle Foster?”

In Kevin Thompson’s impression, Yvonne Foster was the model employee—never late, never left early, never skipped work. Seeing him absent from his post today made Kevin Thompson very curious.

Liam Foster replied listlessly, “Uncle and Master Sullivan were called to the madam’s residence early this morning for a meeting.”

The “madam” Liam Foster mentioned was actually the real boss of this restaurant; as for Yvonne Foster, he was just a worker. Kevin Thompson had learned this from Liam Foster.

Having a meeting not at the business, but at home? Was there something fishy going on? Kevin Thompson couldn’t help but imagine some dirty scenarios. In his own era, this kind of thing was nothing unusual.

Liam Foster casually asked, “Young Master Thompson, you didn’t go out today?”

That “Young Master Thompson” was quite sarcastic.

Liam Foster looked down on Kevin Thompson—something Kevin Thompson had known for a long time. But he didn’t care; no matter how much Liam Foster mocked him, he always wore a playful smile. He wasn’t so childish as to argue with a kid.

“No, no, it’s too dangerous outside. It’s safer here.” Kevin Thompson shook his head and smiled. Ever since he’d been threatened by that Henry Clark, he hadn’t stepped outside for several days. Who knew if that girl was still looking for him? He couldn’t afford to mess with her, but he could at least hide.

Liam Foster was stunned for a moment, but didn’t ask further, just assumed Kevin Thompson had drunk himself stupid, and said with a laugh, “That’s fine. Anyway, you probably won’t be staying here much longer.”

“Why? Am I causing you trouble?” Kevin Thompson’s expression changed and he hurriedly asked. This was a matter of survival for him—how could he not be nervous?

“That’s not it. Whether you’re here or not doesn’t make much difference.” Liam Foster shook his head and sighed, “It’s just—sigh, wait till Uncle comes back and ask him yourself.”

“Oh!”

Kevin Thompson pursed his lips, but was already feeling anxious. Besides Uncle Foster and his nephew, and Master Sullivan, he didn’t know anyone else here. If even Drunken Immortal Residence wouldn’t take him in, he’d probably have to sleep on the streets again.

If I’d known, I should have found a job from the start. Sigh, it’s all that damn woman’s fault—I don’t even dare go out the door because of her. If I really starve to death on the street, I won’t let her off even as a ghost. The more Kevin Thompson thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

“Drunken Immortal Residence, hmm, nice name.”

Just then, two guests entered from outside. The one who spoke was a young man in his twenties, wearing a soft gauze Tang cap, a long purple embroidered robe, holding a white paper folding fan. He was tall and slender, with a handsome face, graceful in his movements, smiling even before he spoke, exuding elegance and nobility—clearly not an ordinary person. Behind him was a servant about the same age as Liam Foster, with rosy lips and white teeth, looking clever and well-behaved.

When Liam Foster saw them, he immediately went up to greet them, apologizing, “Sorry, gentlemen, our shop isn’t open for business today.”

The young man in purple raised his eyebrows, looking a bit displeased, and asked, “Why is that?”

Liam Foster bowed and smiled apologetically, “Today, both our manager and head chef are out on business, and I’m the only one left to watch the shop. I hope you’ll understand.”

Standing to the side, Kevin Thompson grew anxious, cursing Liam Foster for being stupid. If you open your doors for business, why would you turn away customers, especially such distinguished ones? If there’s no chef, can’t you get some dishes from another shop to make do? No wonder business here is so bad.

The young man in purple looked around and, seeing there really were no other customers, showed some disappointment and sighed, “I see.” Then he turned to his servant and asked, “Do you know of any other restaurants nearby?”

The servant nodded, “Young master, I heard there’s a place called Jade Pavilion across the street.”

“All right, let’s go there then.” The young man in purple nodded.

“Please wait, gentlemen!”

Just as the two were about to leave, Kevin Thompson suddenly stood up and called out.

The young man in purple turned around, glanced curiously at Kevin Thompson, and asked, “Young man, is there something else?”