An hour's walk, but by car it's quick—less than twenty minutes.
A plaque with flamboyant script reads "Xiao Yang's Antique Store."
There are two stone lions at the entrance.
Little Taotie loves lions, taking several photos before feeling satisfied.
Inside the store sits a young man in traditional Hanfu.
The long-haired sister greets him, "Boss Xiao Yang, long time no see."
Boss Xiao Yang's lips curl up; he removes his glasses and gently wipes the lens with a black silk cloth, "Miss Yu, no visits without reason, I suppose today you have something good to feast my eyes on."
"My matter isn't urgent; you should first help these two young girls with their items."
Upon hearing this, Boss Xiao Yang noticed two girls shorter than the counter.
Boss Xiao Yang stepped out from behind the counter, smiled, and said, "I didn't expect kids to walk into my old shop, real rare guests indeed."
He brought out three folding chairs and invited the three of them to sit.
