"Clang... clang... clang..."
The sound of blacksmithing inside the Blacksmith Shop was extremely rhythmic. Zuo Wuji watched from outside and saw that every time the blacksmith's hammer fell, a great burst of sparks erupted from the anvil. Under his hammer, the Iron Blank was like a hard lump of dough, visibly being smashed into a different shape.
Originally, Zuo Wuji's attention had been drawn by the Meat Buns, and he had paid no mind to the Blacksmith Shop beside him. But watching Jin Jia forge iron, he felt there was profound skill in it. It seemed blacksmithing was also a craft with many intricacies.
"Hey, customer, your buns!"
The steamed bun shop owner had already wrapped the buns in an oiled paper bag and walked over to hand them to Zuo Wuji.
"Oh, thank you."
Zuo Wuji still spoke those few words quite fluently. He reached out to take the oiled paper bag, lowered his head, and opened it. There were actually ten buns inside. No wonder the package was so large and heavy.
"This... ten?"
"Hehe, customer, enjoy them. I won't charge you for the extra ones!"
"Oh, many thanks, many thanks!"
Zuo Wuji picked up a bun, opened his mouth, and took a huge bite. Half of the sizable bun vanished at once, its warmth and rich oil fragrance filling his mouth.
"Good, delicious!"
Zuo Wuji praised it, then continued watching Jin Jia forge iron. Seeing that there were no customers for the moment, the steamed bun shop owner did not return to his shop. Instead, he leaned closer to Zuo Wuji.
"Sir, are you and Brother Jin fellow townsmen?"
"Ah?"
The man spoke softly and quickly, so Zuo Wuji did not understand him at first.
"I mean, sir, are you... and Brother Jin... fellow townsmen?"
"Oh, oh,