Bamboo Yeting, the people in the neon township are flocking to a store where the Chinese abandon Ruo Ruo. The old eel shop in the Edo period is still alive and dancing in Ginza today. In line with all the aesthetics of the Japanese, such as sashimi fresh bullet teeth, salads are green and dripping, and the sauce is refreshing and not greasy. Except... a lot of fish stings. Really a lot. (A classmate said the day before yesterday that he took a fish sting in Japan for emergency treatment.) I was quietly dragged down my sleeve by the compatriots at the next table and asked: Do you think this store is delicious?...I...I thought I could eat...the sauce is thick and sweet, the entrance is instant salmon mile...I want to cry, and I want to go back to China to eat Japanese food.