Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu strolled forward a few steps side-by-side, then Zhao Jun suddenly turned back to ask him, "You're here, so who's watching the little ones?"
"Don't worry, brother," Li Baoyu said. "My mom and my aunt are watching them."
"Good." Only then did Zhao Jun relax.
The two walked on and heard someone up ahead shouting, "Puppies, puppies."
'Is he cursing someone?'
Probably not. After all, it was almost the New Year. Cursing someone out right before the holiday was a good way to get a beating.
Zhao Jun followed the sound with his gaze and saw a middle-aged man under a large willow tree to the east. The man was watching over a wooden box, which was covered with a thick cotton quilt.
Zhao Jun tugged on Li Baoyu's arm and headed toward the willow tree.
"Selling dogs?" As Li Baoyu got closer, the surrounding noise faded, and he could finally hear clearly that the stall owner was shouting "Puppies."
"Yup," the stall owner replied. "Want to take a look?"
