An Ning arrived at the alley where the goods were sold and knocked on the door in a specific pattern.
"KNOCK... KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK."
"CREAK—"
"Brother Fatty! The Beheading Sis is here—here here here—here here here here here—"
The underling who opened the door had let the wrong words slip out. Scared witless, he simply launched into a song and dance for An Ning.
His expression was exaggerated, his arms and legs flailed about, and his singing was thunderous.
Outside, An Ning took a step back and glanced skeptically at the door number. It was the right one.
'Then this must be some special quirk of the person inside.'
"Excuse me, please let me through. I'm looking for Fatty."
Just then, Brother Fatty himself ran out of the house and planted a kick right on the butt of his singing and dancing underling.
"Go back and practice! You're an embarrassment! Is this the kind of performance you put on for our esteemed guests?!"
"Sorry, Brother Fatty! I'll go practice!"
