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About half past five, Zhu Ping'an got up and washed, pushed open the door, and another fresh morning came to the world.

At dawn, the sky was slightly dark, the east was a little white, and the sun was still pregnant under the horizon.

The whole capital is still immersed in sleep.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little girl in the ear room rubbed her eyes, put on her clothes and went out, seeing Zhu Ping'an, who had already finished grooming and was ready to go out, the two little girls widened their eyes in surprise, and subconsciously looked up at the sky, it was not yet light, why did my uncle get up so early.

"Morning ...... No need to prepare my breakfast, I'll go out. Zhu Ping'an nodded, and then went out with a cloth bag on his shoulder.

"Doesn't my uncle sleep?"

It wasn't until Zhu Ping'an walked out of Tingyuxuan that the two girls came back to their senses, looked at the back of their uncle leaving, and glanced at each other with their small mouths open, unable to understand why Zhu Ping'an slept so late and got up so early.

The night curfew had only ended shortly after the night curfew, and there were still very few people on the streets outside.

Zhu Ping'an walked out of the Linhuai Hou Mansion, walked forward along Gonghou Street, turned left at the second intersection, walked along the small alley of weeping willows to another street, and after turning right, he saw a murmuring inner canal.

As usual, Zhu Ping'an found a good place by the river, sitting on a stone with his back against the weeping willows.

When you sit down, the sun has already risen below the horizon.

Zhu Ping'an leaned on the trunk of the tree, took out the book borrowed from the Hanlin Academy from the diagonal cloth bag, and looked at it with relish on the surface of the floating river.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning.

Human memory is like the liver, there are several time periods that are the most efficient, and the morning is the best time of the day. Zhu Ping'an has always had the habit of reading in the morning, getting up early to read a book and reading an article, and there is always a harvest, and having breakfast after reading in the morning does not delay things at all.

The sound of birds in spring, the sound of cicadas in summer, the sound of insects in autumn, the sound of snow in winter, the sound of willow wind in the forest, the sound of babbling water in streams...... In the morning, no matter how early you get up, you will never be alone.

After dawn that day, Zhu Ping'an put the book in a cloth bag, patted the dust on his clothes, got up and walked towards the lively street.

The streets are already full of people, and the shops on the streets are open or ready to open.

The aroma of the breakfast shop spreads far and wide, and there is always a smell that can arouse the taste buds of passers-by.

"Steamed buns, big steamed buns with thin skin and meat filling, a mouthful of first-class oil......" The young man at the steamed bun shop guarded the steamed bun stove on the stove in front of the door, opened a drawer of hot meat buns, and shouted at passers-by.

"Master Liu, you are here, the newly baked mutton is delicious, you buy a few to take home for the child's mother-in-law to taste, wrapped in lotus leaves, fragrant and fragrant......" The young man at the pot sticker shop stood on the side of the road and cordially pulled the regular customers.

The breakfast shops in other streets, selling wontons, baked cakes, fried juniper, hot and sour noodles, fried liver, belly soup, miscellaneous soup, etc., are all busy and busy, smelling the fragrance from afar.

Zhu Ping'an carried a cloth bag cross-legged, stood in front of a baked cake omnivorous shop, and watched with great interest as the master of the shop made the baked cakes.

The master worked very quickly, with a coarse cloth apron around his waist, dough in one hand and a rolling pin in the other, playing with flowers, breaking dough, rolling agent, and rolling pin rhythmically "playing flower sticks".

The tandoor smelled of roasted cakes.

"The guest officer~~sit inside~~" The shopkeeper saw Zhu Ping'an standing in front of the tandoor, and hurriedly came over to greet him.

"What's in our store?" Zhu Ping'an asked.

Although the pancakes are very fragrant, if there are only yakiniku in the store, then the breakfast will lack the taste of mixing.

"The fine flour baked cake is sold for two people, you can take a look at the size of the baked cake...... In addition to baked cakes, there are also handmade noodles, chaos, choppy soup, tofu brain, bean curd, stewed and boiled in our store, everything you want, if you want to eat anything else, you can buy it for you in the blink of an eye...... "The shop guy called a thousand, and greeted warmly.

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It's all said about this, how can you not get in.

"Okay, let's have two baked cakes, a bowl of stew, pour more sesame sauce, sprinkle more coriander and leeks." Zhu Ping'an smiled and nodded, walked into the store, and sat down at an empty table by the door.

"Haole, two baked cakes, a bowl of stew, more sesame sauce, more coriander and leek......" The shop guy bowed down and greeted Zhu Ping'an into the store, and then looked up and reported to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen responded.

Soon, a bowl of hot stew was served, two fragrant baked cakes were also served, and the store also gave a stack of refreshing pickles for free.

The hot stew is cooked with the freshly baked baked pancakes, which tastes very beautiful and makes Zhu Ping'an's appetite move, but the fly in the ointment is that the side dishes sent by the store are not as delicious as those made by his mother Chen.

Halfway through the meal, Zhu Ping'an listened to a commotion at the door of the store, and many diners turned their heads to look at the door.

Putting down the chopsticks, Zhu Ping'an turned his head to look at the door, only to see a middle-aged man in sloppy clothes coming in at the door, with a dark face, a scruffy beard, his hair as if he hadn't been washed for more than half a month, and carrying a bamboo basket.

"Shopkeeper, can you give a bowl of noodles to eat, yesterday I went into the city to sell mountain goods, I lost my money bag, I haven't eaten for a day, and I'm hungry."

The sloppy middle-aged man stood at the door, rubbed his hands, and asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper at the door was trying to pull him out, and the man who pulled him was even more ragged.

It was the appearance of this person that caused the commotion.

"Liars ......"

"Fake beggars, don't believe them."

"Shopkeeper, don't believe him, I've seen a lot of this kind of person."

"Don't be fooled, this kind of scam is too common, I have seen a few in Dongzhimen before, and when I met someone on the side of the road, I borrowed money, saying that I hadn't eaten for a few days, and this kind of person earns a lot of money a day."

The guests in the store pointed to the person at the door and talked about it, and reminded the shopkeeper and the surrounding people not to be fooled.

"Go out and ......" The shopkeeper glanced at it for a moment, then waved impatiently to the door.

The shopkeepers got the order, and they drove people out harder.

"Wait."

Seeing that the man was about to be kicked out, he suddenly heard the voice of a young man from inside the store.

Who?

Why are you so stupid?

How can you still be fooled after being reminded?

Everyone turned their heads and saw Zhu Ping'an waving to the shopkeeper, and everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw this.

"Make a bowl of noodles and put it on my account, and ...... more."

Zhu Ping'an stopped the shopkeeper from rushing people, called the shopkeeper to his side, and gave a few orders in the shopkeeper's ear.

Since someone is paying, the store will naturally stop rushing people.

Soon, a bowl of noodles was served, and after the middle-aged man thanked Zhu Ping'an, he sat on the table and devoured it.

In less than a minute, I finished eating a bowl of noodles and drank the soup.

After the middle-aged man finished eating, Zhu Ping'an took out a dime of broken silver from his pocket, worth about 100 yuan, and stuffed it into the man's hand, so that the man could go home quickly and not let his family worry.

The man thanked him with a thousand thanks.

"You've been fooled."

"Hey, you've been deceived."

"That's a liar, young man."

After the man left, everyone said that Zhu Ping'an had been fooled, and they were anxious for Zhu Ping'an.

"The bowl of noodles just now, I didn't let the store put salt......" Zhu Ping'an looked at the middle-aged man's departing figure and whispered. (To be continued.) )