We stopped to eat at a cozy Chinese restaurant beside the busy road. Mr Lawson has brought me here because this was one of his favorites. I dusted my shoes and entered the restaurant.
A woman whose hair was styled up in a spiral approached us. She wore a simple gown made of nice silk and the smile that rested on her face was gentle and welcoming.
"Richard, it's been long since I saw you here!" She exclaimed and started speaking to him in rapid Chinese and Mr Lawson nodded and looked at me.
I arched my brow at him. Why did he look at me the moment she spoke fluently to him in Chinese?
Then, the woman also looked at me and smiled. She said something again in rapid Chinese. Mr Lawson answered her back in Chinese. Believe me, I had never felt the need to understand Chinese language until
