The author said it loud and clear: There must be a store. So a traditional and ordinary small teahouse opened at the entrance of the old street in the ancient city.
The author nodded: You must have a handsome and capable boss. So the shrewd little boss with an evil face was born.
The author looked around the store and found that there were a few people missing to take care of the business, so a gentle regular customer was added to the store.
The author's sister suddenly appeared: Are you sure this is a traditional and ordinary teahouse? =Dan=
The author scratched his chin and looked at the sky: Well...