The Sight Under the Sun

If one looked carefully, Song Haoran's pupils were not purely black, but carried a hint of deep emerald green.

According to him, he was not purely Chinese. His father had married a descendant of the Spanish, so he was of mixed blood.

"I like Spanish food mostly because my mother made it for me when I was young." Song Haoran smiled. "Of course, Chinese food is my favorite too. Unfortunately, it's not easy to find a chef here who can make authentic Chinese cuisine."

This country had some descendants of the Spanish, so eating reasonably authentic Spanish cuisine was not difficult—although it had also absorbed some local culinary culture.

One of Maid Miss's interests was naturally cooking, and she was currently studying the menu of a Spanish restaurant with great seriousness. Seeing her eager expression, Luo Qiu figured that his diet would probably consist mainly of Spanish cuisine for a while.

Of course, the fact that food prepared by Maid Miss could always give him an authentic taste had already been proven many times.

"So, Big Brother Song, you didn't grow up in China?"

The food they had ordered had not yet arrived, but he and Song Haoran had already been chatting for quite some time. The other man's manner had also led Luo Qiu to change how he addressed him.

Song Haoran took a sip of water and nodded. "My father should be considered an overseas Chinese. His business is basically all based here. As for China, I did return with my father a few times."

He seemed to recall something and shrugged. "He said we were going to look for relatives, but unfortunately, we never managed to find them."

Luo Qiu's heart stirred. He liked this feeling of slowly discovering things. It felt as though time was beginning