The horseshoe tread across the morning cobblestone path shimmering with dew, mixing with the puddles it splashed.
The shops on both sides of the street opened their wooden doors, spreading the sweet smell of baking bread throughout the street. Men prepared for work early stood in front of their doors, wiping their bodies with the rainwater collected in buckets.
This somewhat dispelled the chilliness of the gloomy, cold weather.
The carriage briefly stopped at Mrs. Phelin's bakery, where Lu Li alighted to buy five pounds of bread. While the clerk was busy packing the freshly baked bread, he left the bakery and walked toward the nearby newsstand.
The newsstand cart had just set up its stand, with a tarpaulin covering the newspapers, not yet removed.
"Please give me today's newspaper. There might be no one at the Detective Agency these days, you can just slip the newspaper through the door gap."
