On Dongjiang Street, the morning mist has not had time to disperse, most of the shops on the street are still closed, and the pedestrians on the street are in twos and threes, but there are quite a lot of people in one place, and this is the small alley where Du Ruo set up his stall.

The people who come here for breakfast are low-class migrant workers or hawkers.

Du Ruo moved the tables and chairs out of a house in the alley, and was wiping the table with his sleeves rolled, when he heard a low male voice behind him, "Miss Du." ”

Du Ruo didn't stop, continued to wipe the other tables, but didn't respond, and the man behind him didn't care, just found a clean table and sat down.

The man is her old customer, rain or shine for half a year, as long as she sets up a stall, he will come to her for breakfast. She guessed that he had come from outside the city, because on several occasions she had gone to the temple outside the city to offer incense, and occasionally bumped into him going up or down the mountain. He would smile at her as a greeting and walk away.

He was tall and straight, but his face was delicate and handsome, his temper was gentle but with a touch of detachment, and he would never share a table with anyone unless necessary, but sometimes others shared a table with him and asked him some questions, and he would still answer with kind words. He held the Buddha beads in his hand, and he could also recite words in his mouth, combined with the fact that she often met him in front of the Zhengde Temple outside the city, she guessed that he should be a cultivator.

From his conversations with others, she knew that he was the son of the Lu family in the city, and he was the fifth oldest in the family, which made her envious, unlike her, who was an orphan without a father or mother, and the only two brothers and sisters were no longer the same brothers and sisters as before.

After Du Ruo wiped the table clean, washed it, lifted the lid of the pot, the porridge was cooked just right, and the brown sugar walnut steamed buns in the cage drawer on the side were almost the same.

"I have to wait for a while for steamed buns, can I bring you a bowl of porridge and a few side dishes first?"

"It's okay, wait."

"Is it still the same as ever?"

"Yes."

Du Ruo stirred the porridge with a spoon, took out a few pickle jars from the lattice under the table, and filled a small plate with them, hesitated in front of the last jar, and finally opened the lid and took a piece out with chopsticks.

There were two people in the stall, one was sitting there quietly watching the people in front of him busy, and the other was busy putting pickles on the plate.

"Lu Gongzi. Morning. "A few migrant workers carrying bags at the dock came together, and when they saw that Lu Wu was already there, they said hello." Lu Gongzi, no matter how early we are, you are always one step ahead of us. ”

Lu Wu smiled and raised his lips as an answer.

"Miss Du, each of us has two bowls of millet porridge, and you can just look at the side dishes." One of the migrant workers said to Du Ruo.

Du Ruozheng carefully moved the porridge bucket to the small tandoor on the side, and finished putting another large bucket of rice on the big stove to cook, and didn't have the strength to answer them, just nodded to indicate that he understood.

"Need help?" Lu Wu suddenly asked.

Du Ruo thought he was talking to others, so he only concentrated on serving porridge, loading vegetables, and preparing to serve it to diners. Suddenly she felt a dark shadow in front of her, and she looked up, only to realize that he was talking to herself.

"No, you can come here. It's going to be fine right away, you go sit down. Du Ruo first picked up one of the plates and prepared to put them on the table where Lu Wu was sitting, and was picked up by Lu Wu, "I'll come here, you go and busy with them." ”