Qingyang City is still as lively as ever.

At night, there is even a small gate next to the city gate to allow the residents and vendors who participate in the grass market outside to enter and exit.

It’s so lively at night.

Not to mention it was all daytime.

Pieces of green bricks and tiles were just spread on the ground, and there was nothing dirty on the ground.

Compared with the countryside, it's like a sky and a place.

This made many young people who were carrying burdens and entering the city for the first time bewildered and opened their mouths in wonder.

“Big cities are just different!”

There are small moss flowers blooming on the small patches of moss in the corner of the wall, fluttering in the wind.

One or two look inconspicuous.

But having more of it makes people feel better.

There are people setting up stalls in the streets and alleys.

The seller sells umbrellas in broad daylight, and the yellow oil-paper umbrellas are very well made.

But no matter how loud the vendors shouted, not many people passed by. After all, umbrellas are precious things.

Ordinary people just wear a bamboo hat.

In the morning, someone had already set up a stall early to welcome customers.

There was a fire on a small stove on the street, and a small iron plate was placed on it, which seemed to be used to make sesame cakes.

Warm.

The whole street was moved by its fragrance.

"How much does this sesame cake cost?"

"Two cents each."

"Come on, I want it hot~"

…

There is nothing like this kind of communication.

Not just cake sellers.

There are even fried dough sticks on the street, and the technique is very unusual at first glance. Just lift a fried dough stick with your hands and fry it.

Fragrant and crispy.

Even though they got up early to work, the dock workers couldn't help but sniff their noses.

"Two fried dough sticks, wrap them up and take them away."

"Okay, please wait a moment objectively!"

This oil is a good thing. After working for a day without any oil or water, the body will not be able to bear it.

Besides, if you eat one of these fried dough sticks yourself and share one with your wife and children when you go home, wouldn’t the whole family be happy?

Wonderful, wonderful!

In this way, one after another, the dock workers who had just unloaded the goods happily walked home with the oil paper in hand.

It's breakfast time.

On these streets one after another, it can be said that a hundred schools of thought are contending and thousands of flowers are blooming.

There are all kinds of things that you have seen and never seen before.

The red candied haws of sugar-coated haws make anyone's mouth water when they look at it.

Just then.

A Taoist priest in Taoist robes, who looked young but had an extraordinary temperament, walked in holding a candied haws.

As soon as he came in, Wei Yi sat down on the small table next to him very skillfully and greeted the boss:

"Boss, I'll give you two fried dough sticks and a bowl of tofu. Add more pickles and coriander to the tofu. This is the salty thing I like to eat."

Mr. Sun, who was busy, saw Wei Yi sitting here, with no surprise in his eyes.

obviously.

Wei Yi has been having breakfast in this small shop for a long time.

"Looking at what you said, how can I not remember your taste? There is definitely enough food."

"I'll serve you two fried dough sticks first. There are also tea eggs that my wife cooked for us. Taoist priest, you can try them too."

Mr. Sun wiped his hands on the piece of cloth in front of him, picked up two fried dough sticks and walked over.

They even gave me an egg.

Wei Yi skillfully opened the eggs and praised Mr. Sun while eating them:

"Pindao came here today to eat tea eggs."

"Your wife's cooking skills are really good. These are much more delicious than the tea eggs in the so-called big restaurants outside."

"It's just that if you give someone an egg as a gift to someone from outside, can you still make money?"

These eggs are not cheap. If you give them as a gift, you will make a lot of money.

Just at this time.

Several regular customers who were eating and drinking at the tables nearby also laughed:

"This old man Sun is benevolent and righteous."

"We have been eating their tofu puffs here many years ago, but the price has not changed yet."

"Sometimes we old customers want to persuade him to raise the price. If he quits his job, where will we go to eat?"

Hearing this laughter, several people on the other side also peeled eggs and said with a smile:

"As a result, the old man did raise the price later, but he also gave away an egg."

"It's as if the price hasn't increased."

"I have been eating this for decades. If we can continue to eat it for generations, then we, the old neighbors, will be truly fulfilled~"

The diner who spoke was also quite old, and when he spoke, his words were full of vicissitudes of life.

I heard so many people praising him.

Mr. Sun also smiled a little sheepishly:

"How can you say it so well?"

"With that little price, we can't get rich. Our neighbors can all eat it. That's the biggest and best reward."

"Besides, our small stall is quite profitable. My son married a new wife last year."

"Hehehehehe...so good!"

Mr. Sun didn't go to school, so naturally he couldn't say anything too philosophical.

But a good one also reflects his happiness. Family reunion is his greatest pursuit.

At this moment, Mr. Sun apologized to everyone:

"Everyone, eat first. I'll go out first, little old man."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Sun wiped his hands and then walked into the kitchen again, seemingly looking for something.

Seeing his performance.

Wei Yi, who was eating fried dough sticks on the other side, couldn't help but smile at a few familiar diners beside him and said:

"What do you think this Second Master Sun can do today?"

Hear Wei Yi's words.

The diners at several nearby tables also looked at it with smiles while eating fried dough sticks.

One of the older ones popped up at this time, and said with a wise expression on his face:

"I guess he must have helped those beggars again. This is an old tradition in his family."

"I……"

Just when he was about to continue talking, the diner on the other side, holding a small spoon and drinking tofu puff, rushed to say:

"I guess it must be steamed buns again today, and it's also made with fennel sprouts."

"Hey Hey……"

"As far as I know, Lao Suntou's family always feeds beggars with old-noodle steamed buns mixed with some wild vegetables. It's not delicious but makes them hungry."

"Last time it was made from corn cobs, which made my throat irritate a bit. This time it must be made from fennel sprouts. The taste is really amazing!"

In the end, this diner seemed to have some unspeakable past.

Hear this.

Several other people also laughed out loud:

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"It's all old skills~"

They all have also tasted the steamed buns, and I have to say that the taste is a bit weird.

really.

Looking inside, I saw that Mr. Sun had already walked out of the kitchen.
Chapter completed!