Chengdu Still Has Hotpot Gas

After my grandfather passed away, I inherited an old hot pot restaurant that was about to close down. According to the will, I must operate the business for one year before I can receive the inheritance. Originally I just wanted to get through this year. Until I found out—— Madam Wang in the store can scold the AI robot to death, the cashier Su Man wears a cheongsam to work every day, and retired Sichuan opera actors, panda breeders and taxi drivers come to set up the dragon gate array every day. And this cyber Chengdu in 2098 seems not as boring as I imagined. Only later did I understand. What grandpa left behind was never a hot pot restaurant. But the story of a city. Where there is pot gas, there is a world.