Korean neighbourhood. That’s where I live, “The Korean Business District.” At the counter, I grabbed a vial of Renshenfengwangjiang Ginseng and Royal Jelly beverage, and the store owners laughed at me. The vial was dusty. They laughed again when I asked for a straw. Is this the equivalent of the hot dogs at Mac’s, that spin perenially, untouched by human hands? Is there something I don’t know about Renshenfengwangjiang? Should I not have been consuming it all these years?