"Most people wouldn't have heard you. A blind man's senses are just a little sharper is all. And you do make a good point."

He laughs softly at his words, or rather, the way they point out things that he hadn't considered. Sometimes even the most obvious things can get by him.

"I'm Xiao Xingchen. I come to this market almost every day. I live..." He pauses for a moment, turning his head like he's listening for something. He finally points in a direction. "That way. Three hundred and eighty-two steps."

Xingchen listens to him eat for a moment before coming up with an idea.

"If you wouldn't mind helping me, I could make a meal for us."