The Movie Emperor Keeps Eating at My House

Just as I set the clay pot on the table, the doorbell rang. Steam carried the savory smell of braised meat straight to my nose. I thought it was Auntie Zhang from next door coming to borrow some vinegar again. I opened the door. A man stood outside. He was very tall, with his cap pulled low and a black mask covering most of his face. The eyes that showed were slightly upturned at the corners. The motion-activated light in the hallway was dim, but his eyes shone remarkably brightly. "Hello." His voice sounded a little muffled through the mask, but was unexpectedly pleasant. "What do you want?" I held the doorframe, with no intention of letting him in. A woman living alone had to be cautious at night. His Adam's apple seemed to bob