Because it was already evening when they arrived, the temperature in Tokyo wasn’t too hot, but it sure was lively.
For the Dongying people, Tokyo is the center of the universe, a city that gathers nearly forty million people, almost half of the country’s population. It’s truly deserving of the title of Asia’s largest city.
Regarding Tokyo, aside from whether it’s hot or not, what Jiang Chen heard the most about is Kabukicho First Street. However, that place is suitable for going alone; bringing along the Taoist nun sister is definitely not appropriate.
When a city gathers half of a country’s population, the prosperity of that city is imaginable. To be fair, it’s definitely no less vibrant than East Sea.
"What to eat?"
Jiang Chen inquired.
Having co to Dongying, the most obvious choice is to try Japanese cuisine. But considering the Taoist nun sister’s special emotions towards this place, Jiang Chen felt that the question of what to eat should be thoroughly discussed.
Don’t think that foodies only care about the food.
And to be honest, Jiang Chen wasn’t really interested in the so-called Japanese cuisine. It’s all raw and expensive, but back ho, Japanese restaurants seem to be doing very well.
Maybe everyone has different tastes.
"Whatever."
Upon hearing the Taoist nun sister’s response, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated. Perhaps every man feels frustrated hearing those two words. The two wandered the streets of Tokyo and ca to "Rokku Street," to a place called yao Edo.
The slopes and winding alleys were filled with townhouse-style cafes and bars, with no lack of shops, all filled to the brim at this mont.
Unlike the habits of people in his country, Dongying’s office workers, sowhat similar to those in Goryeo, don’t go ho imdiately after work. Even alone, they love to find a small bar for a drink or two.
Being new here, Jiang Chen didn’t know which shop had good flavors, but seeing that every store here had good business, he randomly chose one and went in with the Taoist nun sister.
In news reports, Dongying people are now described as reserved, polite, even humble, vastly different from the militaristic days of the Great Dongying Empire.
But upon actually visiting here, especially walking into this small bar, Jiang Chen realized that propaganda is just that. The noise inside almost made him think he walked into a hotpot restaurant back ho.
Moreover, once in Dongying, Jiang Chen clearly noticed a characteristic, which is that Dongying n seed uninterested in won. Back ho, wherever he took the Taoist nun sister, they always garnered attention, but here they didn’t attract any notice.
They arrived just in ti, as there was still a table available, likely just cleared after the previous custors left.
The stores here truly aren’t large, each has at most two waiters, and with the booming business, no one attended to Jiang Chen and the nun as they entered, so they found a place to sit on their own.
But a small matter like this doesn’t warrant fussing over.
"See that?"
After sitting down, Jiang Chen looked at the Dongying people around who were passionately chatting.
Tanki Liuli glanced around, not understanding the implications.
"Clear distinction,"
Jiang Chen remarked.
This place only had about seven or eight tables, which were all full. Although the atmosphere wasn’t much different from a hotpot restaurant back ho, there was a significant difference.
Just as Boss Jiang had said,
clear distinction.
At each table, it was either all n or all won; there was nowhere a mix of both. It seed insignificant but was quite peculiar.
Of course.
Maybe it was the ti Jiang Chen and the nun ca in, or perhaps the store they chose by chance, and other places weren’t this extre. Still, it highlighted a common societal phenonon in Dongying.
Which is the division between genders.
In Dongying, the protection of won is quite surreal. On one side, actresses work hard on screen to earn foreign exchange for the country; on the other side, even a few extra glances at won in society could bring about a harassnt charge putting a man behind bars.
It’s no exaggeration.
Maybe as a reward for won’s outstanding contributions to the country, harassnt charges in Dongying are subjective. A few extra glances can indeed land soone a year in jail.
Yet hitting a woman might only result in a little over ten days in detention.
In this respect, Goryeo, also a developed country, is simarily aligned. Compared to these two neighbors, won in Shenzhou are quite friendly.
Maybe because of the busy business and lack of staff, even after several minutes of sitting down, no one ca to serve them. Jiang Chen had to raise his hand to signal, which finally brought a middle-aged man in work clothes, bowing and greeting in Japanese.
Though he couldn’t understand it, it was likely a welco of sorts, and Jiang Chen gestured for a nu.
Seeing this, the humble middle-aged waiter looked puzzled, straightened up, and sized Jiang Chen and the nun up.
"What’s your signature dish here?"
Jiang Chen tried asking in English.
As an international tropolis, the shop should have so understanding of English.
"Where are you from?"
The middle-aged waiter stared at Jiang Chen, also starting to use the news.
"Chinese."
As Boss Jiang’s words fell, the middle-aged waiter’s expression imdiately shifted, not at all reflecting the custor-first ntality, with an attitude worse than so large restaurants back ho; his face turned stern imdiately.
Jiang Chen was baffled, then heard, "Go out."
The middle-aged waiter pointed at the door, leaving them completely confused.
"Why?"
Jiang Chen reasonably asked.
The middle-aged waiter didn’t say a word, continuing to point at the direction of the store’s door, his arm straight as a rod.
"Call your boss over."
There’s no point arguing with a waiter, Jiang Chen said calmly, only to be told, "I am the boss."
Jiang Chen paused before politely asking, "Why do you want us to leave?"
The middle-aged waiter, no, the store owner, maintained a stern face, shifting his arm to point at the glass display near the door.
There was a poster pasted on the display with so slogans written, which Jiang Chen certainly couldn’t understand.
"What does that an?"
He didn’t hesitate to ask.
The store owner seed to lose his patience, repeating more aggressively, "go-out!"
"Go to another store; this store doesn’t serve Shenzhou people."
Jiang Chen shifted his gaze.
Nearby, a few tables of custors were also looking his way.
"It says there, Shenzhou people are not permitted inside."
Soone pointed at the poster by the door, reminding, speaking in English, not gloating but certainly with a sense of watching an interesting scene.
Jiang Chen, having understood the situation, didn’t feel angry, just found it peculiar.
A proper al upon arriving in Dongying turned into this ss.
Shenzhou people not allowed inside?
More people were looking their way.
Including the Taoist nun sister.
The old Taoist probably taught her many things, but certainly not foreign languages.
"What happened?"
She too must have sensed sothing amiss.
"This store doesn’t serve Shenzhou people; he wants us to leave."
Jiang Chen answered instinctively, looking at the indifferent store owner.
Seeing how they hesitated, the store owner grew more impatient, becoming more rude, directly shouting at Jiang Chen.
"Baka!"
Before Jiang Chen could react, the Taoist nun sister suddenly stood up.
She might not understand English or Japanese, but these two words certainly were within her knowledge range.
"Pa."
Jiang Chen grabbed her arm.
User Comments
0 comments from readers