Green Olive Street
In a small cold drink shop at the entrance of the street.
"Old sir, what is this?"
The middle-aged shopkeeper, wearing an old-fashioned floral dress with fine wrinkles lining her face, brought over the prepared ice orange juice and placed it on the table in front of He Ao.
At this moment, He Ao was sitting on the sofa behind the table, while Jia Xi stood in front of the table, her body half-squatting, knees slightly bent, slowly lifting her hands, her small eyes squinting slightly, as if sensing something.
"Teaching the kid some fitness techniques,"
He Ao said with a smile.
"The little one is learning these already?"
The shopkeeper looked at Jia Xi in surprise, then appeared to remember something, and remarked with emotion, "But in this day and age, it's good to learn some of these things."
She then turned back to He Ao, handing him the orange juice, and asked with some confusion, "Old sir, are you planning to go into the Green Olive neighborhood?"
