"Aba Aba"
"Oh, Huan Sheng, buying groceries, not with the blind man today?"
"Aba Aba"
"Oh, going fishing, good, good, come, have some small wontons."
"Aba..."
"No need to be polite, the blind man helped me catch many shrimps, eat up."
"Aba Aba!"
"Can you understand what he's saying?"
Li Yuanzhao looked at the mute child eating wontons on a small bench, curious, and asked the old wonton vendor.
"Hey, we're from the same village, watched him grow up, how would I not know.
Customer, do you want a bowl? Fresh shrimp wontons, a recipe passed down from the Palace, very delicious."
"You watched him grow up?"
Li Yuanzhao's eyes darted around,
"So you've been setting up your stall on this street for many years?"
The old man nodded,
"Indeed, I used to be a hunter, but then an arrow hit my knee..."
Li Yuanzhao looked at the ruins that were burned by the fire, thought for a moment,
"So this little mute, lived on this street as well before?"
