Gen Z's Anti-Hustle Sanctuary

While everyone's flooding social media with Disneyland queue photos, I'm hiding in the attic of YU She, playing anthropologist. Mornings begin with a gentle knock from the butler: "Your pre-ordered iced bok coffee is here." After visiting Nanjing Museum, I'd find my scattered clothes folded into animal shapes, with a packet of duck blood vermicelli seasoning added – "Noticed you ordered this yesterday. Try the local way." The most touching moment came during a rainstorm when I casually asked where to buy an umbrella. Five minutes later, the butler appeared with one: "Borrow this first." Only later did I learn he'd braved the rain to visit three convenience stores. In this little universe, every need is gently caught yet met with perfect discretion. Just 230 meters away, crowds surge – but here, I'm gloriously allowed to be a blissfully unproductive human.