For Zhou Ze, nothing is more pleasant than getting up early in the morning from Yingying and Little Loli,
taking a shower,
and then sitting in his favorite window seat to bask in the Sun.
Cat shit coffee,
ironed newspaper,
with the crowd beginning to revive from the early morning outside South Street,
watching people come and go to make a living,
he secretly enjoyed a half-day of leisure from a window away,
this,
was perhaps the true taste of life.
The old Daoist was cleaning the bookstore. On a hot day, even if the air-conditioning was on in the bookstore, he was still sweating.
The little monkey, wearing a cap and holding a rag, was also helping the old Daoist wipe the tables and chairs, quite efficiently.
Yingying took the dirty clothes out of the washing machine and went upstairs to the balcony on the second floor to dry.
The vitality of the bookstore matched the fragrance of the coffee,
