# NFT Background Story:
An alcoholic leaning on the railing on the third floor was happily eating and drinking with his companions. The atmosphere seemed very warm.
"What does Li Taibai say about the poem? Jiufeng... confidant, it's a thousand cups less! You...you haven't, you haven't had enough. Xiao Er, how come your boiled water is tasteless! I'll just tell you the truth. Leave your broken shop and go to Tokyo for a good drink!"