Leaving the blacksmith's shop, Han Qiwu mounted his pony and headed towards Aunt Hong Mei's house.
It was a quiet Saturday morning, with fewer people in the small town.
The sound of horse hooves clattering against the cobblestone naturally attracted the attention of many breakfast patrons.
Praises, conversations, they were everywhere.
The owner of the spicy noodle shop recognized Han Qiwu and greeted him with a smile, "Xiao Han, your horse looks amazing, so adorable."
"Eh, it's just alright," Han Qiwu slowed down the pony and smiled as he replied, "Ranked third in the world."
"Hahaha, have you eaten yet? Want a bowl of noodles?" the noodle shop owner offered enthusiastically.
Han Qiwu waved his hand, "Just ate, next time for sure."
When he reached near Aunt Hong Mei's house, Han Qiwu dismounted, took out two bottles of milk and a dozen or so eggs, and headed for her door.
