The elderly head chef stood up with a heavy heart, patted him on the shoulder, "I still have to prepare steaks for the other guests. Think it over slowly by yourself. I just hope you don't follow in my footsteps. Don't easily give up when you meet a girl you like."
Hua Hua walked out from the back door of the Western restaurant, driving aimlessly and wandering the streets, wanting to go to a bar or nightclub, but suddenly thought this kind of life was meaningless—glamorous on the outside, rotten and decayed inside. Why waste every night's time in this place of decadent music, passing time with a group of equally empty-minded people?
But if he didn't go to the bar, what else should he do?
His elder brothers all have families. At night, they stay at home with their wives and children. Their homes are brightly lit, warm, and lively.
No matter how close he may be, in the end, trying to blend in, he is still an outsider.
He longs for a home, longs for someone to accompany him.
