Feng Rin Li
Feng sat at the table in his home, sipping the last of his tea. He looked into the now-empty cup a bit sadly. Feng stood and walked into the kitchen and put his cup in the sink. As he washed it, his stomach growled loudly. He set his cup to dry and went to look for some food. He opened the cabinets. Nothing. He opened the fridge. Nothing. He looked in the pantry. Nothing. He even looked under the sink. Still, nothing. It has only been a couple of weeks since Father passed away....and yet.....I seem to have run out of food and tea. This is most definately not the most favorable situation. It seems that I will have to go to....oh, what did father call it? Ah, yes. The supermarket. Hm. As Feng thought this, he walked over to a drawer and opened it, taking out a slim black book. He flipped through it, looking for something. Ah, here it is. Alright, according to Father, the proper etiquette for a supermarket is to grab what you want and pay at the counter for it. How strange.... He flipped to the back of the book and grabbed an envelope that had been stuck between the pages. He put the envelope in his pocket and put the book back. He left his home, locking the door behind him. He walked to his gate, stopping in front of it. I do not want to leave. I feel as if my life will change on this frivolous journey.... Feng sighed as he opened the gate to the outside world. Well, for better or for worse, here goes. Father, guide me.
Feng found the supermarket without any problems, except that he seemed to be getting a lot of strange looks. He was wearing what he usually wore; traditional Chinese clothing. He wasn't comfortable with all the stares, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. He looked around the supermarket, marveling at how many people there were. Actually, even though it was just a supermarket, the amount of people there made him feel claustrophobic. Trying not to feel too flustered, Feng grabbed a basket and took a look around the store. Theres....so...much.... All the items on the shelves, the people, the variety of foods and goods, it was all a little much. Feng had never shopped before, as he had always been sheltered by his father. I need to get a hold of myself. Okay, what did I come here for? Oh yes, tea. Feng looked in all of the aisles until he found the tea section.
Feng was looking at all of the different teas, wondering which one would be best. There were so many different ones, it was hard to tell.
''Excuse me sir, do you have enough room to house a poor soul as myself in your home?''
Sensing someone's presence, Feng looked over to see a strange-looking young man beside him. Feng bowed to him, replying, "A pleasure to meet you." Feng straightened up, looking from the strange boy to the tea, and then back again. "Do you know how this "shopping" thing works? If you show me, I will give you a room for the night." He was surprised when he saw the boy's tail, but decided not to say anything about it. If he were to cause trouble, Feng knew that he would be able to protect himself from the Kung Fu his father had taught him.
Feng sat at the table in his home, sipping the last of his tea. He looked into the now-empty cup a bit sadly. Feng stood and walked into the kitchen and put his cup in the sink. As he washed it, his stomach growled loudly. He set his cup to dry and went to look for some food. He opened the cabinets. Nothing. He opened the fridge. Nothing. He looked in the pantry. Nothing. He even looked under the sink. Still, nothing. It has only been a couple of weeks since Father passed away....and yet.....I seem to have run out of food and tea. This is most definately not the most favorable situation. It seems that I will have to go to....oh, what did father call it? Ah, yes. The supermarket. Hm. As Feng thought this, he walked over to a drawer and opened it, taking out a slim black book. He flipped through it, looking for something. Ah, here it is. Alright, according to Father, the proper etiquette for a supermarket is to grab what you want and pay at the counter for it. How strange.... He flipped to the back of the book and grabbed an envelope that had been stuck between the pages. He put the envelope in his pocket and put the book back. He left his home, locking the door behind him. He walked to his gate, stopping in front of it. I do not want to leave. I feel as if my life will change on this frivolous journey.... Feng sighed as he opened the gate to the outside world. Well, for better or for worse, here goes. Father, guide me.
Feng found the supermarket without any problems, except that he seemed to be getting a lot of strange looks. He was wearing what he usually wore; traditional Chinese clothing. He wasn't comfortable with all the stares, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. He looked around the supermarket, marveling at how many people there were. Actually, even though it was just a supermarket, the amount of people there made him feel claustrophobic. Trying not to feel too flustered, Feng grabbed a basket and took a look around the store. Theres....so...much.... All the items on the shelves, the people, the variety of foods and goods, it was all a little much. Feng had never shopped before, as he had always been sheltered by his father. I need to get a hold of myself. Okay, what did I come here for? Oh yes, tea. Feng looked in all of the aisles until he found the tea section.
Feng was looking at all of the different teas, wondering which one would be best. There were so many different ones, it was hard to tell.
''Excuse me sir, do you have enough room to house a poor soul as myself in your home?''
Sensing someone's presence, Feng looked over to see a strange-looking young man beside him. Feng bowed to him, replying, "A pleasure to meet you." Feng straightened up, looking from the strange boy to the tea, and then back again. "Do you know how this "shopping" thing works? If you show me, I will give you a room for the night." He was surprised when he saw the boy's tail, but decided not to say anything about it. If he were to cause trouble, Feng knew that he would be able to protect himself from the Kung Fu his father had taught him.