Early in the morning, the sun had not yet fully emerged from the clouds.
Gaosheng Inn and the surrounding area were bustling, the familiar cries of street vendors mingling with the morning light, rising and falling in the distance.
Although Chen Xu was inside the inn, it seemed as if he could see through the walls and the crowd to the various food stalls on the long street, each emanating its own kind of steam.
"Get your steamed buns, three for two coins for vegetarian, two coins for meat, freshly baked, come and buy!"
"Three-flavor wonton and spring noodles, the soup itself is sweet, so delicious you have to try it, it's so fresh your tongue will drop off..."
People at the inn also went out to buy breakfast, rather than choosing the inn's food.
In the kitchen, a young apprentice spat angrily, "Those stall vendors are getting boastful, claiming their food is so fresh it'll drop your tongue off, who hasn't tried their wontons before? They're really bad..."
