Wanjie Bistro

A cup of turbid wine brings a lot of love and hatred. Life is like a dream, a hangover in a dream. It's a dream or a wake, it's real or it's an illusion, but in the end it's always in vain. "Master, I heard that there is a tavern in the west of the city. Want to have a drink?" The young man helped the drunken uncle carrying a huge wine gourd and stopped in front of the inconspicuous but antique "tavern" in this alley. "Waiter, the best daughter red and a few side dishes, hurry up!" The man chose a seat by the window and put the package and sword away, "Master, is there still a way to save Ling'er?" They were the first couple of customers I worked part-time at the "Tavern". The man's name was Li Xiaoyao, and the middle-aged uncle was nicknamed "Jiu Sword Fairy" … Perhaps the first impression was too profound, but I still remember everything about them and the pain they showed when they were drunk... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.