Immortal Realm.
Zhongluan Domain, Chongshan City.
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.
The first ray of light hit the streets of the marketplace, and various shops lifted their shutters, starting to shout for business.
"Breakfast, delicious and affordable mille-feuille," an old man shouted.
A beautiful stall owner, smiling broadly, called out:
"Soup dumplings as delicate and smooth as a maiden's skin, so thin and translucent you can see the soup inside!"
...
It didn't seem much different from the mortal world.
Ning Zheng walked down the street, looking at those soup dumplings, like a spring of clear water wrapped inside, giving a sense of beauty. Unconsciously, he sat down at the stall, "Boss, one steamer of soup dumplings, please."
"Sure." The smiling beautiful stall owner walked over.
Ning Zheng ate the dumplings, only feeling that the skin was thin, the filling was ample, and the soup was delicious, the best food he had ever eaten in his life.
