The Speaking Pork Trotter

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.
I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.
Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

Green Mountain

Bai Long thought for a moment, "That's true. Let's go, back to the Liu Mansion."


Yun Yang gave a sound of agreement and sat in the driver's seat, snapping the whip.


Atop the Dingchang Pawnshop, a Li Hua cat, nestled in its paws napping, opened its eyes. It stood up, flipped over the roof ridge, and disappeared.


Several streets away at Ma Ji Noodle Shop, the owner was stirring a large pot of bone broth with a long-handled wooden spoon. Suddenly, someone entered and said, "Owner, a bowl of noodles, with an extra portion of lamb."


Without turning his head, the owner casually asked, "Would you like thick or thin noodles?"


The owner turned to see a slender and handsome young man had already taken a seat by the window. He responded, "Please wait a moment."


As he pulled noodles, he heard the young man ask, "Owner, why is there no one here at lunch?"


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