Yuan Gui's Shop was shrouded in dense mist in the early morning.
Beside the shop door, steamers had been placed above formations that radiated intense heat.
The air was filled with a sweet fragrance, seeming to drive away much of winter's bitter cold.
Though heavy snow was falling, Yuan Gui's habits had not changed. He still served breakfast every morning.
Compared to before, however, far fewer customers came to buy breakfast.
After all, not everyone could get up so early in the depths of winter.
Most people were like Luo Chuan—it was hard for them to break free from the seal of their blankets.
Yuan Gui's Shop was rather lively, with the early-arriving customers gathered inside.
There were only four tables, and not many chairs either.
Those without seats did not mind, simply standing against the walls instead.
After so much time had passed, everyone had grown used to it.
"What a tiny shop." Xie Mengwu looked at Yuan Gui's Shop ahead and gave this assessment.
She had indeed seen it last night, but only given it a cursory glance. With the dim lighting, she had not paid it much attention at all.
Now that she examined it closely, only one thought remained in her mind—wasn't this shop absurdly small?
Origin Mall did not look particularly large from the outside either, but once one stepped through its doors, it was as though there were another world within.
But Yuan Gui's Shop? It was exactly as large inside as it looked outside. There was simply no need to compare the two.
Frost said nothing. Holding Xie Mengwu's hand, she walked over with practiced ease.
"Anviya, where's Frost? Wasn't she always following you?" Liu Rumai asked curiously.
"Uh, something happened." Anviya did not know how to explain it.
Yuan Gui's Shop was