The firewood beneath several earthen stoves burned fiercely. The rice cooked directly in the large iron pot, a blend of local new harvest rice and fragrant rice, gave off an enchanting aroma that was the signature scent of this place.
A bowl of plain rice cost 3 dollars, and the rice crust cost 5 dollars. The bowls weren't even large. Few shops in the city dared to charge such prices.
Dozens of tables and chairs of various sizes were almost fully occupied. Many vegetable vendors, having toiled all night, came here to enjoy a bite. More than half of them were drinking alcohol; this was one of the few local establishments serving early morning drinks.
Steamed pork ribs, braised pork intestines, and the indispensable peppery pork offal soup.
Lily ate with immense satisfaction. All the way back to the city, she kept rubbing her stomach, complaining she was too full, that she'd gotten too fat and wouldn't be able to lose the weight later.
