The opened steamer basket is steaming hot, white mist swirling, bringing warmth to the morning during wintertime, accompanied by the first voices of the day.
Here, one can always see the officials on duty; recently, there have been many people from the Pugilistic World, making it a not very large yet quite lively marketplace.
"These buns are truly delicious no matter how many times one eats them." Pei Ye swallowed a large, fluffy bun.
"There's also plenty of excitement." A woman propped her chin on her hand, watching next to her.
At two tables, people from the Pugilistic World were indeed discussing the preregistration three days hence, debating over various names, some saying whether the Princely Heir Yong Ji would make the Fu List, others discussing whether Chief Ming's preregistration ranking would still be third.
The woman lowered her head, picked up a pen, wrote a few more words on a small card, then looked up at him, "Want another basket?"
