"Are you a guest from out of town?" The man put down his broom, "If you don't mind, come in and have some tea."
Xu Huo followed him into the tea hall, glanced at the architectural blueprints laid out on the table, "These houses look pretty new. Are you going to tear them down and rebuild?"
"Family members have been moving out one after another. Since they're empty anyway, I figured I might as well renovate. These houses are the old style—kids nowadays don't like them." The man brought over a teapot and cups, set the blueprints aside, and asked about Xu Huo's origins.
"I came here because of your reputation." Xu Huo lifted his backpack, about to take out a book, when that Bald Head kid he met earlier barreled in like a cannonball, blocking his way. "You thief! First you steal fruit, now you want to steal my home?"
