With a splash, Zhang Rongfang poured the bathwater from the bucket into the gutter at the courtyard entrance.
Foamy water from the public bath next door trickled down the gutter as well.
He turned his head and glanced; those two kids were sitting in front of the bathhouse washing buckets again.
"Tangyuan for sale~~ pork filling with scallions, gold osmanthus with bean paste, shrimp stir-fried with scallops~~~"
The old man carrying the baskets slowly turned the corner along the street.
Steam rose from the edge of the jars in the basket, and even with a thick cloth wrapped around, a faint aroma of glutinous rice flour wafted out.
"Two pounds, sir." Zhang Rongfang put down the bucket, touched the silver coins on him, and stopped the man.
"Get up late today, Zhang?"
The tangyuan vendor passed through this street every day and was occasionally patronized by Zhang Rongfang.
He had a fondness for this young man who was gentle with everyone he spoke to.
