After 22 hours of long and gruelling flight, we have finally touchdown and disembark at the Intercontinental Airport of Houston.
In this large state, packed fully with westerners, we found a cosy corner to rest our tiring feet, it is in an authentic Chinese restaurant, called Cafe 101.
May the name suggests, this restaurant is operated by Taiwanese, with beautiful Mandarin speaking waitresses and good-looking waiters catering to our needs.
Enjoying, sipping away flavoured bubble teas, and traditional herbal drinks - brewed with red dates and wolfberries.
The sweetness from my honey green tea warmed and sweetly moisturised not solely my dried lips, but soothed the spirit.
Somewhere deep down in my core, I knew something still belongs to my homeland, where my roots are, no matter how far am I from home, there still lives the shadow of me.
That is where my origins are, where my culture flourishes.
A LCD monitor hung overhead, casting loud Mandopop music videos.
Behind every beat of the music, our hearts, that were long rooted to the rich and diverse Chinese culture, followed the tune and groove along.
The noisy and rowdy background topped the ambience off in this small restaurant, here we are, Cafe 101, right here from Houston, Texas.
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