That day, the weather was clear and sunny, with a gentle breeze.
Zhou Li stretched lazily after opening the door and flipping the "Open for Business" sign around. He yawned comfortably as he watched the bustling crowd on the street.
Grabbing his money pouch casually, Zhou Li walked to a breakfast stall and bought seven or eight fried dough sticks, two bowls of savory tofu pudding, and under the discriminatory gaze of the vendor, also purchased a bowl of sweet tofu pudding, into which he mixed a spoonful of pepper powder, added some chili, half a spoon of vinegar, and slurped it down.
"Zhou Li,"
the vendor slowly put down the ladle in his hand and leaned against the tent post, his face expressionless as he said, "Although you're a regular customer, and I, a vendor, should not say much, but..."
"Doing business with you really shortens my life."
"What's the matter?"
