The sun was radiant and enchanting outside the window. Lu Sheng sat in the restaurant's first floor. He looked down at the streets from the open window and saw a vendor selling sweets. He seemed to be skilled in his trade. His customers lined up by his stall as they waited their turn for their children to make .
The waiting customers seemed to fill half of his field of vision from his vantage point. There was a hubbub outside. There were also sounds from crying children.
This was Busaja Town, a true border town. It was bleak and desolate. Hence, a humble sugarmen merchant who was slightly skilled could attract a throng of customers with their children.