At twelve o'clock in the morning, a red lantern will light up in the alleys of the old city. Bai Ze, the boss of the nine-tailed fox incarnation, was wiping the counter. Tonight's customer was a glutton - he ordered a spicy hot pot, which was so spicy that he cried: "It's been a long time since I've eaten something so human." Jingwei at the next table was holding milk tea and whispered: "I want to change to a drink that can forget the pain of land reclamation." Bai Ze handed her a glass of warm milk with marshmallows floating on it. Later, Xingtian came to have barbecue, Kuafu came to drink ice beer, and the strange beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas took off their guard here. Bai Ze knew that this small restaurant was a haven for strange beasts and a continuation of the fireworks in the world.
