"I lived in the northeast of China when I was a child, and I didn't return to the island country until I was 15 years old." The old chef explained with a smile.

"Ao, that's right, your Mandarin is still so good," Tang Lei smiled and greeted with a smile after showing a sudden expression.

"Haha! Of course! I have never forgotten every bit of it in China!" The old chef stopped the work in his hand for a moment, and replied proudly with his expression.

"Is that true? Then you should go back to the Northeast often, right?" Tang Lei asked with a smile.

The old chef shook his head: "I have no relatives on that land anymore. I haven't been back in 57 years."

"Don't you want to go back?"

Tang Lei continued to ask, but the old chef smiled and said, "That is my second hometown. Why don't I want to go back? It's just that I'm old now and don't want to mess around anymore."

"Where are you from, young man?"

...

In this small shop of Tempura, you ask me and I answer and chat until another diner in the small shop speaks.

"Shanyejun, you can't stop your work, I'm still waiting to eat!" A diner next to Tang Lei, who was about the same age as the old chef, spoke out.

"Kun Inoue, I met my fellow countryman, please let me say hello." The old chef turned his head and said to the diner next to Tang Lei.

"Yanyejun, you will do this every time you meet a Chinese!" After saying that, he turned his head to look at Tang Lei, raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "Welcome to Shiroya County, a Chinese young man!"
Chapter completed!