(bazaars, restaurants)

Passerby A: Did you hear that? A strange thing happened in Mojiazhuang!

Passerby B: What's wrong? tell me the story?

Passerby A: The young master of Mojiazhuang, Mo Xuanyu, is that lecherous lunatic. A few days ago, he bought a "Painting of Warmth" from a book store. ...The next day, Young Master Mo died like a wind!

(I'm so hungry, go to eat and then black out the petition after the meal)