As evening approached, the neon lights of the shopping street began to illuminate.
"Take care!"
The young chef and shop owner, standing at the door, raised his hand to bid farewell to the last group of guests. Among them were both old and young, all pausing in awe and looking back.
"Thank you for having us." An elderly gentleman, full of vigor, bowed at a ninety-degree angle to express his gratitude. He seemed to be a retired company president, with an air of authority and precision lingering in every move and gesture.
Today wasn't a holiday, yet there were high school girls rushing to line up after school. Ooyama Ruozi and Muraoki Kei skipped all their club activities after school to get here as soon as possible. At that time, the long queue was so daunting that it almost made the two girls despair. Fortunately, they managed to get tickets for the last batch of diners.
