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…”,The tall man, known as Izenabe, smiled gently and walked to the shelf of household goods. "While I'm picking something out," he said,。