Zhang Qian Ding rose early in the morning, had breakfast, bid his parents farewell, and headed to the Songhe Restaurant.
Following the upheaval, Zhang Qian Ding, who was a wastrel in the past, underwent a significant transformation. He severed ties with his fair-weather friends, implored his father to purchase the Songhe Restaurant for him, and then began his daily routine as the manager, completely a changed man.
Today, as usual, upon arriving at the Songhe Restaurant, Zhang Qian Ding subconsciously walked towards a certain spot near the window on the second floor. Whenever he had downtime, he liked to sit by the windowsill, staring out at the bustling streets below and daydreaming.
However, today, his usual spot was already taken by someone else.
"Mr. Zhang, would you care to join us for a drink?" one of the occupants of his usual spot, holding up a cup, invited.
