"Have you heard?"
In the inner city of Shenjing, at a regular breakfast stall in one of the familiar alleys.
The day hasn't fully brightened yet, but the shop is already bustling with noise and steam. A waist-high braising pot is bubbling by the door, releasing fragrant and rich oily fumes.
A customer put down the porcelain spoon in his hand and, with a mysterious air, said to an old friend who just sat down beside him, "The internal news about that big battle outside the city a few days ago has come out!"
"Of course, I've heard!" The newcomer held a plate of pig knuckle, soaked in braising sauce, glistening red and oily, and as it was cooked to the point of being extremely soft, the whole knuckle trembled with the customer's movements, "It was a big fuss, the Yuan Family is conducting human experimentation out there!"
His tone was vigorous: "I heard they're transforming refugees into puppets, such sin!"
"Isn't it just?"
