"Sir, I'd like a bowl of soft tofu pudding, two fried dough sticks, and a baked wheat cake!"
"Right away, sir."
"Sir, it's you!"
"Sir, you must not live around here. I haven't seen you in so long. I've been hoping you'd stop by!"
"I've been busy with a few things lately, so I haven't been out much."
Old Man Hao stared blankly at Chen Ping'an as scenes flashed through his mind.
He suddenly remembered—the first time he had seen him was the very day the new Deputy Commander had taken office in White Stone City!
'So... he's the Lord Commander?'
Old Man Hao's head was spinning. No matter how he racked his brain, he never would have imagined that the head of the White Stone City Garrison Commandant's Office would be eating breakfast at his humble tofu pudding stall—let alone chatting with an old man like him, who already had one foot in the grave.
'This was just...'
