In the early morning, as the first ray of sunlight like golden silk gently pierced through the thin mist and sprinkled over Taoyuan Village, the entire village seemed to slowly awake from a deep sleep.
Xianweiju restaurant sat quietly in the middle of the village, resembling an elderly person who had weathered the years—rustic yet steady.
The exterior of the restaurant possessed a unique charm; its wooden doors and windows were exquisitely carved, with intricate patterns seemingly telling ancient stories.
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