Last Order from Fusheng Cafe

There are always a few forgotten blood vessels in the heart of the city. There is such a cafe hidden deep in an old alley covered with ivy in Nancheng. It has no signboard, just a simple wooden door carved with swirling water patterns. When you open the door, the wind chime will not ring. Instead, there will be the subtle and harmonious "tick-tock" sound of countless old-fashioned clock hands moving.