posted on Dec, 20 2020 @ 03:15 PM
a reply to:
The_Truth_Seeker
I would occasionally eat breakfast with the owner of the local Chinese Restaurant when I lived in Oxford and as such we usually talked at length
whenever I came in. As a result all the girls knew me and would come around with more rice at the table or offer to bring a bowl of wonton soup or
whatever whenever she wasn’t there.
The prettier ones would sometimes speak Mandarin when I came in just to be sure they didn’t offend in case I knew it. Which I don’t outside of
“Hello, how are you?” And a few other words.