บท 684: The Older It Is, The More Fragrant

The next day, Ling Ran napped, played a game on his bed, got up again, cooked a pot of porridge for himself, cleaned the courtyard, watered the flowers, cleaned up the treatment room in the clinic, read several theses on primary biliary cirrhosis, memorized a few words such as primary biliary cirrhosis, and strolled around. Soon enough, the day started to get brighter. 

Lower Groove alley started to wake up as well. The residents walked back and fro either to make their lives better or just to enjoy the moments. They created their own movements and made the small Lower Groove alley more and more lively. 

Ling Ran had been living in such an environment since he was a child, and he did not think it was special in any kind of way. He simply changed a pair of shoes, took the keys, opened the door, went out for a walk, and came back with deep-fried dough sticks, small steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and a bowl of small wontons.