Running a store has never depended on shrewdness, but on soul.
Nine stores are also nine dreams. There is the smell of fireworks in the smokehouse, and there is also the dreamy smell in the dream alley.
It starts with a bowl of ordinary but delicious noodles in Yanfang Linji and ends with a vast dream in the Dream Lane Dream Hall. Just walked through two streets. One is called Yanfang and the other is called Mengxiang.
The story comes slowly and easily, but it is difficult to let go. In the plain and peaceful dust of the story, there is that person slowly walking towards you and me. Sitting on the sofa opposite, the conversation was slow and slow, and he recounted the past events. Just like the slight quarrel coming from the neighbor's house in the warm afternoon sun, it was real and accurate.
What lives in Yanfang is my body and yours.
Who and whose soul lives in Dream Alley.