Grandpa Xiao paused, then slowly explained what had happened.
The person who had come looking for him was the owner of the antique shop across the street.
His surname was Zhou.
He was two or three years younger than Grandpa Xiao, but his son was only two years older than Xiao Xiao.
Because he'd had his son late in life, he'd spoiled him terribly from the time he was little.
At first, everyone understood.
After all, it was someone else's son, and ordinary people had no say in how another family raised its child.
But something happened that made all the neighbors nearby shake their heads and sigh over Old Zhou's son.
As it happened, that incident also involved Old Mu.
One day, Old Zhou came to Ancient Wood Xuan, saying he wanted to see whether there was anything suitable to give his son for his coming-of-age birthday.
Old Mu was a warmhearted man.
As soon as he heard Little Zhou was about to celebrate his coming-of-age birthday, he immediately said that, as his grandfather, he would give the boy a coming-of-age gift too.
After all, he'd watched Little Zhou grow up.
And this was such an important birthday.
He wanted to show the boy how much he cared.
He told Old Zhou to come back in a few days to pick up the gift.
After thanking him profusely, Old Zhou left.
Since Old Mu was giving the boy a gift and had asked Old Zhou to come back in a few days, he was obviously going to carve a wooden sculpture for him himself.
There was no need to explain Old Mu's skill at wood carving.
What was even more precious was the thought behind it.
Old Zhou hadn't expected that he'd come out intending to choose a