Bu la jiao!

A week and a day ago, we went to a barbecue place (see the post on Daddy's blog for more about that) and they didn't have any man tao (bread that seems to be really all purpose--you can steam it, barbecue it, fry it, etc.). So we asked another place to make man tao for us. They were happy to, but didn't really understand take-out. I mean, they gave us tea and all that. But yesterday, in our foraging for food (lots of things have closed down for Chinese New Year) we went out to eat there. They were happy to see us. We picked out lots of meat, got them to make us some onion soup (akin to what you'd get at a Chinese restaurant in America), and got about three sticks of man tao.

"Han hao!" Mum told the lady there. We also got some potatoes and...I think that was about it. Yummy! Anyway, they barbecued the food for us and we ate it quickly. I was hungry, and three sticks of meat and a lot of soup broth and three pieces of man tao and lots of potatoes just wasn't enough. So Mum went down and got two more sticks of meat, and another of bread. Yeeks! Those people must think we are bread fanatics! I didn't care, however, because I was blissfully eating a half-stick of meat and another piece of bread.

In the end, it was only er sh er (two ten two, or 22) kuai. Not bad at all. Mum says we'll have to go back again, 'cause the service was great and the food was delicious...

Science test today!
Saro