Sir Wen

Xiu Mei was on full alert ready to throw the vase on that person's head if he tries to enter and go past that door. But the man just kept looking at her instead of entering. 

"Uncle?" A child's voice broke the heavy atmosphere between the two people and a lion. 

Xiu Mei's head whipped behind her and saw Lu Qiang standing behind her. With his tired-looking eyes, he looked straight past her. She recalled his words. 

Uncle? 

She turned her head again and the man flashed a grin in their direction. He raised his right hand and waved. 

"Hello, kiddo. I'm back."

***

Xiu Mei carefully served a tray of warm tea and put it on the center table in the living room. After pouring tea halfway on the empty cup, she lightly pushed it over towards the direction of the man in strange clothes.