Holding instant noodle biscuits, Ye Tian went out, knocked on Old Liu's door; there was no one, it seemed he had gone out, the yard door was open. The couple living in the east room were nasty people; Ye Tian didn't like the look of them, too lazy to bother them. At this moment, a little boy, about ten years old, came out from the west room, holding a basin and stepped outside, "Whoosh!" A basin of hot water poured onto the ground, immediately melting a large patch of snow. The hot water rose into the air, its steam billowing and blurring.
The little fellow looked well-behaved, and Ye Tian walked over, "Little friend, is your adult at home?"
