"Boss, please give me two fried dough sticks and a bowl of tofu pudding to eat here, and pack a sesame pancake with egg and ham to go."
"Wow, you've got a good appetite. Pay after you eat, no rush."
The breakfast stall owner swiftly served the tofu pudding, turned around and picked up two freshly fried dough sticks from the oil pot, put them in a plastic bag and placed them together on the small wooden table. Gongsun Ce thanked him and first had a spoonful of tofu pudding. The snowy white tofu in the salty soup was steaming, surrounded by wood ear mushrooms, daylily, shredded preserved vegetables, and tiny shrimp; with one bite, the warmth traveled from the throat to the stomach, the best way to drive away the morning chill.
