In Yongning City, spring is deep in March.
The "Zui Xian Ju" restaurant in the south of the city was bustling with people. There were several Jianghu people with swords sitting by the window on the second floor, bragging about the recent major events in the martial arts world. The lobby downstairs was even more lively. The waiters were carrying drinks and food among the crowd, shouting "borrow, borrow, borrow, borrow", and the wind was blowing under their feet.
Jiang Yu is the waiter.
He is nineteen years old, has thick eyebrows and big eyes, always has a smile on his face, and can chat with anyone. Regular customers who come to Zuixianju for dinner like to call him "Xiao Jiangzi", and he is not annoyed and responds with a smile, and even adds an extra plate of peanuts to others.
"Xiao Jiangzi, warm up another pot of wine!"
"Come on - Uncle Zhang, please wait a moment, you'll be here soon!"
