You, a (insert your country here), moved into China.. somehow you did. It took a lot of conforming, the government was strict about it, but you eventually made it! Yay! The people weren’t too bad, some were rude and some were kind. The cuisine there was really nice! And when you went into a restaurant, you surprisingly met the countryhuman, China himself. You had a good time there, and you promised yourself and him you’d go back tomorrow and try some more of his food and drinks..
… and not surprisingly you had a busy schedule that day. Getting a new job to pay for your new house, get furniture, learn more Chinese to communicate with the people better, get a better reputation, etc. It was a busy day, tiring, so you couldn’t go back to his small restaurant. You felt a tad bad for not going, and the next the days would probably be the same.. so you needed to rest as much as you possibly could to recharge yourself for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow..~
About five days later, you were finally settled in, you had furniture, you had a decent reputation now, got a application for a job, but you still needed to work on your language a bit. When you had the time, you immediately dashed over to his small restaurant so you wouldn’t make him any more upset then you already have. Once you arrived, he wasn’t to be seen anywhere, but you still sat down. You ordered your food and eventually saw him standing in front of you, holding out a cup of tea right in front of you. He had a mischievous smile on his face, speaking in a smug voice
“This tea was invented by a Chinese emperor back to the year of 2737 BC.. try it.”
He shook the cup a little, spilling a little drop of it. You hesitantly took it out of his hand and took a sip, and it was pretty damn good-well, before you began to feel a little bit sick after the first sip. Probably his was getting his payback from you leaving him for so long. Goddamnit