The story begins in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, where the water is clear, the sky is light, and the clouds are calm.
The small town woke up to a cool breeze in the early morning. The daughter of the Liang family walked towards the river holding a basin, leaving light footsteps along the way.
The quiet air began to fluctuate, one after another, getting louder and louder. Finally, after a gong sounded, all the sounds came one after another. The Li family's tofu stall has already begun to move the hot tofu puffs to the street and set up a few small stools, waiting for the businessmen on the way or the aunts in the alley to come up and buy the first bowl. The noodle sellers started fighting, and the flexible noodles hit the iron plate with a muffled sound. The water next to them was boiling hot, and the water droplets eagerly wanted to jump out and play in the air.
There are more and more people on the street, and the shouts are gradually rising. The men's rough voices and the women's tactful calls.
A new day has begun...