The Hundred Flowers Restaurant stood in the western district of Hanshui City, ranking among the top twenty restaurants in the city. Its most renowned offering was its Hundred Flowers Wine, brewed with over a hundred and fifty seasonal flowers, each season’s batch carrying a distinct flavor.0

Qiu Jin’an stepped inside to find the restaurant packed to the brim, a cacophony of voices threatening to lift the roof. The waiters constantly darted between the tables and the back kitchen like spinning tops.0

It wasn’t easy for Qiu Jin’an to finally secure a vacant seat in the corner. “May I ask if anyone’s sitting here?”0

A rotund patron across from him dug into his food with gusto, his forehead glistening with sweat. He glanced up briefly at Qiu Jin’an and saw that it was someone unfamiliar. “No...0