At the end of a remote street in Snow City, there was an ordinary-looking shop.
There were very few customers going in and out of the restaurant every day. It could be said that the place was in a state of leisure most of the time.
Even if one of them came by by chance, they would leave as soon as they entered. Those who stayed for a long time would dress up mysteriously.
The owner of the shop never seemed to be worried about his business. When there were customers, he would greet them. When there were no customers, he would sit at the door, either chatting with his neighbors or staring at the sky alone.
Today, as usual, the shop owner opened the door of the shop early, simply cleaned up the garbage at the door, and sat at the door to watch.
It seemed that it was quite interesting for him to look at the passers-by.
Time passed by slowly. When the sun finally shone on this remote street, the cold air was quickly dispersed.