Lunar Camp Street was an old street in Beijing. At least 60% of authentic Beijing’ers came from this place. It was just like many large cities. Beijing wasn’t big by itself. The city had just expanded over the past few decades, so the Lunar Camp Street could be considered the center of old Beijing.

At around 7:00 a.m., the streets started to be filled with people with snacks and various other businesses along the street.

There was a shop owner in an apron with the surname Chen. He was a little plump and had a loud voice. Standing by the door and looking at the endless stream of pedestrians, a polite smile rose on his lips. Taking the fried liver and glutinous rice cake from an employee, he placed it on the table of a young man in a suit and replied respectfully, “Mr. Wang, here’s your breakfast!”

“You’re too polite. There’s too many here, and I can’t finish them by myself.” Wang Xuan smiled.

“It’s all thanks to you. Otherwise, my shop will be closed by now.” Boss Chen smiled.

Waving his hand, Wang Xuan replied, “It’s just a trifle matter. I’ve eaten breakfast at your shop for...