In these recent days, the explosive news in Heaven Capital City has come one after another, hardly ever pausing, like the autumn downpour, wave upon wave, unwilling to take a break.
In the taverns and tea houses throughout Heaven Capital City, the stories being circulated are told with such sincerity, and listeners earnestly pay attention. In the end, they must curse the characters in the stories to show respect, leaving the storytellers feeling satisfied both on the surface and in their hearts.
At Tianhe Tower, the last group of guests had just left. It was past mealtime, with still some time until noon, so there were few visitors. Liu Hou, both the chef and the shopkeeper, and occasionally the one who had to serve the dishes, finally found time to relax and sat on the chair, taking a deep breath, too lazy to move.
But before he could rest enough, another guest entered.
