Sunday morning.
The warm sunshine glimmers with golden ripples on the surface of the sea.
The waves crash against the shore with a salty sea breeze.
Dozens of ships, varying in size, dock at the pier, bobbing with the waves.
Not far from the tranquil seaside pier, a red restaurant truck slowly drives over.
"It's finally here!"
Over twenty uniformed men and women gather around, all wearing bright smiles as they see the restaurant truck arrive.
"What the heck?"
Lin Chen is a bit confused seeing the pier employees from afar and checks the time; it's just past five.
Do these people never sleep? How are they here earlier than me?
The pier isn't far from the hotel, just over a ten-minute drive away, perfectly blocked from view by the cliff where the kite festival was previously held.
"Welcome, Chef!"
A man with short brown hair approaches with a smile.
