Morning.
The sky was just barely lightening, and Tuge City was enveloped in stillness, with hardly anyone on the streets. However, the city gates were already open.
Wang Xiaoqiang swaggered into the city through the gates, strolling leisurely toward the city interior.
On both sides of the main road, shops were lined up densely.
In a bun shop, steaming buns had just come out of the steamer, releasing a rich aroma, accompanied by the smell of spicy soup wafting out.
Smelling the fragrance, Wang Xiaoqiang felt a slight hunger. So, he stepped into the bun shop.
There were no customers in the bun shop. Wang Xiaoqiang sat down by the window, and the shop assistant immediately came to greet him, "What would you like to eat, sir?"
"Four buns, a bowl of spicy soup," Wang Xiaoqiang said casually.
