Just as Hao was about to turn Old Tiger Zhao away, the door suddenly swung open. Lin Yijun walked in first, followed by Hua Feixue, Yue Xueyan, and Xiao Lianfeng.
They all greeted Hao as they entered - then paused at the same time.
"…"
In front of the counter was a ragged, shirtless old man on his knees, both hands raised as if begging a god.
Old Tiger Zhao turned around, still on his knees, and saw the four newcomers.
He waved.
"Oh hey, kids! You here for the cold miracle too?"
In their minds, the Old Tiger Zhao was already branded as something close to a beggar.
"Cold miracle?" Hua Feixue repeated, brow furrowed in confusion.
They weren't so sure. The old man's rambling could mean anything.
It could be referring to one of the canned drinks, perhaps the Peach Oolong Tea, a favorite of many older ones.
Old Tiger Zhao slowly stood up, dusting off his knees as if this behavior was perfectly normal. He then turned to Hao, a hopeful glint in his eye.
