Time flows like water, and years pass like the shuttle of a loom.
Even after numerous renovations, the sign of the Catwoman Cafe still appears somewhat mottled.
On this day.
"Welcome, meow!"
"What service would you like, meow?"
A middle-aged man pushed the door open, and the cat maids on both sides bowed, greeting him with a soft tone laden with a habitual accent.
"The usual, please!"
"I'll just sit outside for a while, waiting for someone..."
Approaching fifty, Zhang Cunye was still vigorous and strong, with not a single grey hair on his head.
"Old Zhang..."
Behind the counter, Aaron wiped a coffee cup and smiled, "Would you like a Black Mountain? It's on the house!"
"Oh, this is a rare treat!"