As the two of them slowly walked toward the Main Hall, their voices grew distant:
"...Ah, just talking about lion's head meatballs made me crave some. Later, I'll have Xiao Qing make a big lion's head meatball, what do you say, sir, doesn't that sound good?"
"Good."
"Sir, look, we've arrived at the Main Hall. Wow, it really has been completely renovated. Before, the tiles were broken, the roof leaked, and the whole place was overgrown with grass that was difficult to burn and to cut..."
A brightly lit Main Hall stood solemnly before them, already transformed beyond recognition from its surroundings, now patiently waiting for a new master to inspect it.
Outside the palace.
Being repeatedly called a "brat," Hu Miaomiao had been sneezing incessantly these past few days.
He felt a sneeze coming on now but forcibly held it in—not that he didn't want to sneeze, but because it was not yet the time for it.
