To the left of the house Fu Yunhe had bought was a courtyard that was a bit quaint and antique in style.
At this moment, a person whose top of the head was the only visible part, was lying against a wall, ears big and long, with tips that were slightly pointed, listening intently to something.
As this person strained to listen, an unnoticed spiritual force attack struck his ears.
"Ah—"
"My ears!"
The icily spoken words of Fu Yunhe reached the eavesdropping neighbor's ears.
"Next time, it will be your life."
The neighbor, with no hint of jest in his words, hopped away from the wall, holding his ears.
Upon closer examination, he wasn't tall, with disproportionately large feet, pointed ears, and a face full of fear, muttering, "The smell was too enticing."
He had been drawn over by the aroma of Fu Yunhe's morning dumplings, not intending to eavesdrop, though his recent actions did appear quite dubious.
"I won't come again."
The neighbor shouted loudly and left the area.
