Spring in Tsim Sha Tsui always has a wet and sticky feeling, like a rag that cannot be wrung out and sticks to people's faces. Song Lingshu was wearing an apron that had turned white from washing and had wrinkles on the collar. He was hunched over and wiping the table. The rag drew an arc on the shiny mahogany tabletop and wiped it back quickly - the landlady said that the table must be wiped along the grain of the wood, otherwise it would not show the quality of the teahouse. Although this shabby teahouse didn't even have any decent decoration except for the old ceiling fan in the corner.
