Lu Zheng glanced around. It was just past 5:00 AM, and the city gates had just opened. Farmers and vendors were flocking into the city, while some people hurried out. The gates were bustling, making those who stopped there quite noticeable.
"What a coincidence! We haven't had breakfast yet. Since we've met, it's destiny. How about we go to that porridge shop in front and have some porridge?" Lu Zheng cheerfully approached the short scholar, his whole body bursting with energy and vitality.
A barely audible tiger's roar sounded.
The two scholars shivered and then, with bitter expressions, found themselves caught between Lu Zheng and Yuan Jing as they reached the outside of a porridge shop on the city gate's inner side.
"Shopkeeper, four bowls of porridge and eight buns!"
"All right, just a moment please!"
