Liu Chang'an Feared Nothing

As a creature who had roamed the Earth for countless years, Liu Chang'an feared nothing.

Liu Chang'an got up very early today, simply because he had woken up. So he went out for a walk, for no other reason.

He had not eaten breakfast outside in a long time, so he wandered around a while longer and watched the cook fry youtiao at a breakfast stall along the street.

The limp strips of dough swelled once they entered the oil, their surfaces immediately hardening to keep them from expanding until they burst. Frying youtiao so that they were both fluffy and crisp required real skill, and the old master had it down perfectly. Liu Chang'an therefore decided to have youtiao for breakfast.

Youtiao were yellow and fragrant. Facts proved that most yellow things in this world were good things—for example, the sun, gold, and GHS.

Freshly fried youtiao were delicious: fluffy, soft, and richly fragrant. Paired with a bowl of savory douhua, a bite of youtiao followed by a spoonful of douhua immediately filled one with the happiness of good food.

After finishing that, having a cup of sweet douhua with a little sugar added to balance it out was also a pleasant thing.

The rain had yet to stop. Liu Chang'an scratched his hair, scattering droplets everywhere. Though he was soaked through, he had no plans to go home just yet.

Life was not only about pursuing comfort and ease. Without the pressure of hunger and cold, people would sometimes be moved by the chilly spring air brought by slanting wind and fine rain, and produce some whiny poems and verses.

Liu Chang'an did not whine. He merely stood in the wind and rain and sang The Sailor.

He had actually wanted to sing Xiaofang, but singing that song