Seven o'clock in the evening, Gray Bird Alley. The light in the alley is dim, like a thin layer of honey. I folded the last clean rag in the store and placed it in the corner of the bar. There is still a faint aroma of soy sauce and star anise floating in the air, which is left over from braised pork in the afternoon. The name of the store is "Luyao Restaurant". It was left behind by my parents. The store is not big, with only six tables in total. My name is Lu Yao, and I am the current owner of this shop, part-time cook, and part-time waiter.
