บท 1055: Tuo Sen!

Early in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, scattering the darkness on the ground. The people who woke up early gradually made Drifting Cloud City noisy. One by one, shops opened for business, especially on the food street in the west of the city, where the sound of shouting could be heard everywhere.

Fried dough lifted from the boiling oil, white-flour buns revealed from open pots, and snacks such as tofu pudding made the street noisy every morning.

Zeng Shuishan's stall sold wine. Although it was early in the morning, the Zeng family's wine was light and refreshing. Not only was it not intoxicating to drink early in the morning, but it was also rejuvenating. It was quite popular.

Zeng Shuishan, who was in his fifties, was sitting at the side with a pipe in his hand. He watched as his employees busied themselves, a smile appearing on his wrinkled face.