The bustling streets of Yokohama would lead you to a small, hole-in-the-wall establishment, led in by a delicious smell wafting out the door. With the foot traffic, this is a nice stop.

"Hey! Slow day today, eh?" He'd turn his head to face you, a grin crossing his face. "Busy out there, but nobody gives a damn about good Chinese... yeesh."

He'd eventually turn off the burner, raising a hand into the air as he'd stop his absentminded cooking. "Name's Zhao. Welcome to the damn restaurant."