As time slowly passed, the sky gradually brightened.
The initially deserted intersection slowly gained pedestrians.
At this moment, the aroma of buns wafted out from the steamer.
Just from the smell, Jiang Ran knew the buns were ready.
Glancing at the pedestrians on the road, Jiang Ran turned to Pei Yang and said, "Lift the lid of the porridge pot."
Pei Yang, puzzled, obediently lifted the lid.
As the pot lid was lifted, the fragrance of the rice porridge became even richer.
The morning still had a breeze, blowing the aroma of the buns and porridge a bit farther.
Some people caught the scent and turned to look.
Some just glanced and left, while others walked towards them.
The first to come over was a man with glasses, looking to be in his thirties, quite refined.
Early spring was still a bit chilly, but he wore a suit with just a black overcoat.
This attire alone indicated he surely wasn't short on money.
