There was a restaurant where every dish had a different effect. Strange customers often came in, too: a man in a suit who was always trying to sell people medicine; an old man who often rode a white donkey; a customer with dark skin and a crescent-shaped birthmark on his forehead; a white-haired old man who always wore Hanfu and liked to hold a book as he read; and a monk who hadn't shaved his head, carried a battered fan, and loved drinking wine and eating meat.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
