Late at night, there are no stars, as if at the end of the road, the advertising lights at the entrance of No. 7 Night Supper Shop begin to flicker, and a figure flashes in. The small kitchen of the shop suddenly becomes lively, with pots and pans clashing. The shopkeeper and the guests do not know what they are talking about. Occasionally, I hear two sighs that are half-laughing but not smiling. Soon, the big words on the sign in front of the shop slowly stand out: Today's dish is Resurrection Soup...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
