The Journey of an Ou

On the street corner, outside a two-story general store, a young man leaning on his broom hums a tune nobody seems to understand. He lazily watches the people flowing back and forth on the street.,“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Izenna turned her head and saw a young man with an obscured face, carrying five boxes of sparkling water in each hand, walking steadily towards them.。