Chow is on the verge of yelling at the girl for her clumsiness, but the young man steps in and saves the dragon, so he contents himself with a sullen look from behind the counter.
"Help sleep? Hmnnn..."
He's familiar with such troubles his own self, on nights when the dreams are bad. Chow moves out from behind the counter to one of his cabinets, opening it to rummage within. He pulls forth two bottles and holds them forth.
"Emperor's tea pills," while lifting one, "and suan-zao-ren-tang-pian," for the other. "One dollar, each. Dragon two dollars."
Due to his education in medicine, Chow knows plenty of Western cures for insomnia too. But he knows that the people of Pleasantdale don't come to his shop for what their Western doctors can give them. They come for the exotic, for the foreign, for their assumptions of what he offers. 'Chinese wisdom', ha.
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"Help sleep? Hmnnn..."
He's familiar with such troubles his own self, on nights when the dreams are bad. Chow moves out from behind the counter to one of his cabinets, opening it to rummage within. He pulls forth two bottles and holds them forth.
"Emperor's tea pills," while lifting one, "and suan-zao-ren-tang-pian," for the other. "One dollar, each. Dragon two dollars."
Due to his education in medicine, Chow knows plenty of Western cures for insomnia too. But he knows that the people of Pleasantdale don't come to his shop for what their Western doctors can give them. They come for the exotic, for the foreign, for their assumptions of what he offers. 'Chinese wisdom', ha.