Wednesday evening, South District, Tongyao Tavern.
Today, the tavern set up tables and chairs early to open for business, and the flow of traffic on the street outside gradually increased, signaling the approaching rush hour.
Yingying sat listlessly, resting her chin on her hands as she watched Yan Huan bustling about in front of the bar. She rubbed her temples and asked,
"What are you up to now?"
At the entrance, wearing bartender attire, Yan Huan turned his head to look at Yingying and smiled,
"Sister Tong, Tian Li and I have discussed a method that could save our business, and I'd like to give it a try."
"...Let's hear it?"
Yan Huan walked over with his cellphone, pointing at the content on the screen and said to Yingying,
"The idea actually borrows from other businesses. The South District has many old immigrants; it's chaotic but also home to many authentic shops, all kinds of small eateries.
