The other night, I ordered some noodles for dinner in my little community Suo Jin, north of the lake in Nanjing. And, six grown men came out from the kitchen, placed chairs in a semi-circle around me and literally just watched me eat. It was like performance art. Unwilling performance art. Feeling mighty uncomfortable, I could not stop laughing, which intrigued them more.
I must learn more mandarin.
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