In a small hotel not far from the reception, Guan Yu and Du Xiaojuan asked for breakfast and sat at the table in the lobby.

The small restaurant, in fact, is about the size of the steamed bun shop, with three or four small tables, red paper pasted on the wall, and the dish name and price distorted in brush writing. It looks like a small restaurant operated by individuals. Moreover, there are only Guanyu and Du Xiaojuan, who are cold and lonely.

When Guanyu and Du Xiaojuan came up, a boy with a suitcase of more than one meter and nine feet outside the door, like an iron tower,...