Harbor City, Mong Kok, a tea restaurant.
A middle-aged man with short hair sat by the window on the second floor, watching the bustling night scene while eating hot pot. Even though he was alone, he had ordered a table full of dishes.
His hair was somewhat graying, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, but this did not make him look old. With the help of his phoenix-shaped eyes, he actually radiated a sense of uninhibited uncle charm.
Inside the restaurant, the heating was turned up high, and because the food was spicy, the middle-aged man was sweating profusely.
On the road by your side, though far from weary, accompanying you, a section at a time…
Suddenly, the ringtone of a mobile phone resonated.
The middle-aged man answered the phone while picking up a plate, pouring some fish balls into the boiling pot.
Pat-ta! Pat-ta!
Some of the soup splattered onto the table.
