The three of them walked down from the peak, chatting idly until they found a small, clean shop tucked neatly between two larger establishments. The aroma wafting from inside was enough to draw them in without discussion.
Their breakfast was simple but exquisite, dewed buns served with steaming tea.
The buns were the shop's specialty. After baking, the delicate dough would absorb morning dew, which left a faint glisten across the golden crust. When paired with tea, the dew's essence was somehow captured and sealed onto the bun's surface. So, every time someone took a bite, nomp — a faint echo of tea flavor bloomed across the tongue.
It was a strange sensation, like eating and drinking at the same time. Yu Xuan was instantly hooked.
"This is amazing," he said, leaning back with a blissful expression.
Curious, he waved over the disciple working in the shop.
"What kind of tea do you use? The flavor is too perfect to be ordinary."
