Xia Xiaomo was in the advanced stage of procrastination. It had been three years since the ancestral restaurant was handed over to her, but it had not yet opened once.
One morning, there were several non-human beings at the door.
Bai Ze: I heard this restaurant is good. Please welcome me.
Xia Xiaomo:......
————
This is a heartwarming little story about eating and being pampered.