The elderly man had a small vegetable garden in front of him, which, although not very large, was filled with a variety of vegetables: Chinese lettuce, cabbage, cauliflower, garlic sprouts—it had everything. Right next to the vegetable plot was a hoe and a bucket of clear water.
Beside the elderly man lay a hat and a mature, steady cellphone, together with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Upon hearing Fang Yi's voice, the elderly man turned his head to look over. When he saw Fang Yi, a stranger, he was obviously taken aback and stared as he asked, "Who are you?"
"I am your..." Fang Yi instinctively started to say 'I am your biggest supporter,' but he quickly came to his senses, recalling Zhou Xuewen's advice to keep a low profile in this place, where some retired veterans lived. The man before him might well be one of these retired figures.
Keep it low-key!
Fang Yi hastened to say with a smile, "Elder, I am your relative."
"Relative?"
