There really wasn't much to see. Kai was originally looking forward to Chinatown, but after a day of shopping, he was disappointed. The buildings there seemed to lack planning and felt messy. The architectural style was also old. It was even messier than expected.

But in terms of appearance, Chinatown in Los Angeles looks like a small town in the far west of China. What's even worse is that most people there speak Vietnamese, but there are very few people who speak Chinese. Even if they do, they are half-yin and not yang-yang.

The Chinese is difficult to listen to.

There are some elderly people who can communicate in Chinese, but the problem is that most of the elderly here can only speak their native dialect, and not so good in Mandarin, especially those who mostly come from Guangdong and Guangxi, and Ke Kai can't speak Cantonese...

On the contrary, some time-honored restaurants surprised Kai a bit.

In particular, there is a Hunan restaurant. The owner is a new immigrant and an authentic native of Yueyang, Hunan. Although Kai doesn’t speak Hunan very well, he and Mandarin are not too far apart and they can understand each other. The owner is not good at English, so he is the one who greets the guests.

The eldest daughter, son-in-law and second daughter.

His second daughter is a college student, studying at UCLA, and his eldest daughter is studying at a university in China. She met her current husband because of an exchange student career. His husband is a third-generation immigrant. This store was originally owned by his son-in-law.

A generation ago, because the Chinese valued education, the son-in-law had already had a decent job. Naturally, the restaurant could not continue to operate, so he simply transferred it to his in-laws.

My son-in-law will come to help when he is free.

The son-in-law's Chinese was very poor and he could only speak it in front of him. Kai was a little homesick because he saw a lot of Chinese people, so he simply ordered in Mandarin. The son-in-law was confused, and then asked his wife to serve.

When I heard that Kai wanted to eat fish head with chopped pepper, Mao's braised pork, Dong'an chicken, Hunan stir-fried pork, and grandma's dish, my daughter was shocked by the ghost in front of her.

It’s not unusual for foreigners to speak Chinese, but there are very few who don’t have the slightest accent, not to mention the few who are so proficient in ordering Hunan cuisine.

After the boss heard about it, he came out to chat with Kai.

After chatting for a while, Kai said that he had lived in Hubei for more than ten years. The boss was also very happy. Although Hunan and Hubei are not in the same province, the customs and habits of the two neighbors are not too different, so it can be considered a collision.

I’m here, fellow villager Banla.

So I just came up with the really good stuff.

Yueyang's roast butter, the boss proudly said that his is the authentic Yueyang Gregorian roast butter.
Chapter completed!