Last night when I arrived in Chiayi and just entered the youth hostel, I met a girl who asked if there was any garlic at the front desk (she couldn’t say “garlic”). I told her that there might be a stall selling sausage at the night market, so I put down my luggage and planned to take it with me. She went to the night market to look for it, and she said she was waiting for his brother to come and go together. After chatting, I found out that she and her friend came from California, and his brother is in China...