The Path of a Grandmaster

The early morning sky was dark, and the air was cold and foggy. 

In the clear mist, a burly man pulled his coat tighter and walked from the end of the street to a small roadside stall covered with a tarpaulin. 

At one end of the stall was a big pot. The thick soup in the pot was bubbling and had a layer of oil floating on it. The fresh fragrance wafted into the air, making people salivate. 

"A big bowl of mutton soup, two servings of meat, and three pancakes! Make it extra spicy!" 

The man rubbed his hands, sat down at a table, and shouted impatiently. 

"You're a lucky man. You came here just in time for the first pot of soup." The stall owner brought over the food and smiled warmly. 

"I have to have a fresh bowl of piping hot soup to start my day!" 

The burly man grinned. Without using a spoon, he raised the bowl to his mouth and took a big gulp. A few minutes later, he had finished his meal.