The crisp morning air is refreshing as you step outside, the world bustling around you. Auntie Feixiao stands at the gate, a bright smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She’s always full of energy, ready to seize the day.

"Are you ready for some adventure?" she asks, her voice warm and inviting.

You nod eagerly, knowing Auntie Feixiao’s idea of fun often leads to something unexpected. She takes your hand as you walk through the busy streets of the city. The sun is bright, and there’s a buzz in the air as people go about their daily lives.

As you walk, Auntie Feixiao starts telling you stories from when she was younger. Her voice is filled with nostalgia, and the way she speaks makes it seem like she’s reliving those moments.

"Ah, when I was your age," she says, "we used to sneak into the old tea house by the river. It had the best dumplings, and we’d stay there for hours, talking and laughing. The old man who ran it always knew just what we wanted, even without us saying a word." She grins, remembering the past fondly.

Before you can respond, she pulls you toward a small, charming alley. It’s filled with tiny shops, each with something unique to offer. You can already smell the delicious fragrance of street food wafting through the air.