The girl walked over, taking off her apron as she said, "No thanks, I'll head back first; I'm afraid it might rain later."
The owner and his wife didn't insist on keeping her, but thoughtfully packed a serving of egg fried rice for her.
After thanking them, the girl quickly left.
This girl is Lu Yinxing.
Sure enough, halfway through, it started raining.
The rain grew heavier.
Lu Yinxing had no choice but to find a public phone booth to take shelter.
Sitting crouched on the little seat inside the booth.
Lu Yinxing took out the egg fried rice the owner's wife had packed for her and started eating.
The egg fried rice was delicious.
But although it was a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, the taste had been altered quite a bit to cater to American preferences.
Ultimately, it's difficult to find authentic flavors from back home.
Lu Yinxing finished the egg fried rice in just a few bites.
The heavy rain kept pouring down, showing no signs of stopping.
