It was a Sunday, and the small restaurant that was supposed to have a long queue in front of the door was empty today, except for the large plum sign hanging on the pillars of the light, and a bronze lock hanging on the two wooden doors.

"Why did you close the door on Sunday, did Grandpa Li go home?"

In front of the restaurant, a young white man wrapped in a white cotton coat, a white scarf, and wearing a white earmuff muttered, turned around and was about to leave, looking for the old man in the old street, but a voice behind him called out to the young man.

"Huh! Huh! ”

The boy turned his head, an uncle who looked like a farmer......

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