January 6th, New York's Chinatown.
Wanxing Restaurant, a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown with two floors, built in the retro style of Hua Country, with two large red lanterns hanging on either side of the restaurant's sign.
At 7 a.m., before the restaurant had opened, in a window-side position on the second floor, a middle-aged man dressed in a red Tang suit lay leisurely in an armchair, humming a tune softly.
On the brown solid wood tea table to the left, a pot of tea had been brewed in a purple clay teapot, the wisps of steam wafting out of the window and dispersing. On the table to the right, there was a handmade bamboo birdcage with a colorful parrot inside.
Xu Ming came out of the room, yawning as he greeted, "Good morning, Boss."
Sun Yiquan lifted his eyelids lazily. "Time to practice your fists."
Xu Ming heaved a sigh and shuffled over, dark circles evident under his eyes.
He assumed a boxing stance and then began to perform the moves slowly.
