Usually, the restaurant closes at 9:30 PM, but today, due to the bustling crowd, it remained packed until 11 PM, wave after wave of customers flowed in and out. In the end, it was Li Wei who took control of the scene, joking around with the fans, and then he said—
"Don't worry, we'll meet again at the Super Bowl in two weeks."
In a bout of cheerful laughter, the restaurant's doors finally closed. The neighbors in Chinatown left their homes empty to join in the excitement, turning the whole block into a new attraction reminiscent of New York's city that never sleeps, bustling with people who lingered on the streets long after the restaurant had shut its doors.
Even Li Wei was exhausted, not to mention everyone else.
Perry sat there with a look of blank despair, inadvertently exchanging glances with Li Wei, which somehow was comical—
"Coach Reed probably hadn't anticipated this kind of vacation, huh?"
