บท 1879: Yuan Zhou calls

During the daytime in the winter of Chengdu, there would occasionally be a big sun. The warm light would shine on the earth, but when the cold wind blew, the warmth would immediately be blown away.

The breakfast time of master chef Restaurant had already passed. Usually, there would be many stalls selling snacks on the street. Except for some steamed buns, deep-fried dough sticks, and soy milk, which would only be placed until the end of lunch, other things such as Daddi, skewers, cold noodles, and so on would be placed until the end of dinner.

This was why it had become a ghost beer market.

There were some changes today. Not long after breakfast time ended, the hawkers all moved in unison, receiving scattered business while shrinking their sphere of influence.

"Creak, creak."

A sharp sound of chains rubbing against each other could be heard. Soon, a figure in uniform appeared on the street, staring at the bicycle.