When a cutlural difference comes up here in China, my friends and I will describe the Chinese way as being “Chinese-y” or we might say “How Chinese-y” I am growing used to some of it and want to document it before I forget.
Not long after I had first arrived here I went to dinner with my friend Adlet of Kazakhstan. We went to my favorite place, (a place I’d later find out he really hates) the food stalls at the Southern entrance of our school. The food stalls set up nightly and there is a wide array of food to select from. Rats running around looking for scraps are also bountiful.
Yesterday, I went to get coffee in one of the back alleys. It is really good deal; a whole pot of coffee for 4rmb with a bit of sweetened condensed milk at the bottom. I like it. My plan was to finish reading my book, drink some coffee, and have some eggs. I ordered the coffee and then had the following conversation with my server:
Me: “Have you any eggs?”Server: “We have eggs.”Me: “I’d like eggs–Can I have eggs?”Server: “Yes, you can. Do you want eggs with rice?”Me: “No rice. I just want eggs.”Server: “Do you want eggs with noodles?”Me: “No I just want eggs.”Server: “We have eggs with noodles.”Me: “Okay, I’ll have eggs with noodles.”Server: “We don’t have anymore eggs with noodles. Do you want eggs?”Me: “Yes, I want Eggs.”The women points at the restaurant across the street says “eggs” and walks away.