The next morning, the sun shone brightly.
Its warm light rays shone down from the sky onto the restaurant below. On this day, the queue in front of the restaurant's bronze gates was short. The few customers who lined up would raise their heads and glance at the restaurant every once in a while.
With a loud bang, the bronze gates were swung open, and someone slowly walked out of the restaurant.
Bu Fang wore the red and white checkered Vermillion Robe, and the red feathers on his chest fluttered gently. It made him look really handsome.
The rays of the sun shone down on the Vermillion Robe, making it glow a dazzling red.
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the piercing light from the sun, and the corner of his lips curled upwards. He raised his hands and patted Shrimpy, who was sleeping atop his shoulders; as per usual, the little fellow was blowing bubbles in his sleep.
