Yilan City
The morning sunlight shone on the bustling streets, and the vendors along the way had already turned on their electric stoves, preparing breakfast.
"Mr. Levi, good morning, are you off to work?"
A burly middle-aged man was fiddling with hot dogs in front of the grill. He looked at the elegant man in front of him and laughed.
"Yes, I have a meeting this morning, need to get there early. Give me a hot dog, please," the elegant man smiled gently, then glanced over behind the vendor at the little boy doing homework at a small table and said, "Isn't your son about to start elementary school? Maybe he'll attend our school in the future."
"Third grade," the middle-aged man sighed while making a hot dog, "His grades are much worse than his sister's. He probably won't even make it to middle school, let alone go to the good high school in your Saint Yilan District."
