"A bowl of plain congee and three sesame flatbreads."
Early in the morning, Chu Mu sat at a table set up by the vendor, placed his sword down, and casually ordered.
"Right away, Lord Official! Just a moment."
The vendor responded at once and busied himself, ignoring the other customers waiting nearby to immediately bring Chu Mu his food.
"Lord Official, let me be the first to congratulate you on your promotion."
The vendor was old, but he still bowed, smiling obsequiously as he flattered Chu Mu.
Chu Mu raised an eyebrow, looking at the vendor with some curiosity. The man had white hair and a wrinkled face, appearing to be at least in his fifties or sixties.
'Has news of my promotion spread so far already?'
The old vendor quickly explained, "My nephew just recently filled a vacancy, and besides, you often eat breakfast here, Lord Official..."
