However, Xiao Xiao reconsidered and realized there was no need to rush.
Perhaps Old Zhou had found another way and would soon forget that he had come to the Xiao Family Teahouse for help.
If the Xiao Family Teahouse never got back to him, he should understand what that meant.
Xiao Xiao shook his head slightly.
Then he put the matter out of his mind.
Three days later.
"What's wrong, Third Brother?"
Zhuge Yun keenly noticed Xiao Xiao's footsteps falter.
"Third Brother, do you know that old man?"
Zhao Luzheng looked at an old man in a traditional Chinese-style jacket standing beneath their dormitory building.
"That's not Grandpa Xiao."
Zhang Bo muttered.
They had all been to the Xiao Family Teahouse, so of course they knew Grandpa Xiao.
But the old man standing not far away was a stranger to them.
"He's the grandfather of a neighbor who lives near my family."
"You guys go on ahead."
Xiao Xiao smiled at them, then walked toward the old man.
"Xiao Xiao... is it?"
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly as the young man approached, asking uncertainly.
"Hello."
Xiao Xiao gave him a polite nod.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxing. "Xiao Xiao, it's been a long time. You've grown so much."
"Do you still remember me?"
"I'm Grandpa Zhou from Boguzhai, across the street from your family's Xiao Family Teahouse."
"Yes, Grandpa Zhou. I remember you."
Xiao Xiao's eyes curved slightly.
"Good, good. I'm glad you remember me."
The smile on Old Zhou's face grew a little brighter.
Before coming, he'd been worried that he wouldn't recognize Xiao Xiao, or that the boy might not remember him.
That would have been awkward.
Fortunately, neither