Uncomfortable already, we had the most difficulty ordering our meal,
since there were so many steps to the entire process. Fortunately, the
waitress was very patient and successfully gave us our food. Although it
was not the best food I’d eaten in Beijing, it was certainly
entertaining dropping things into the boiling pot of soup and watch the
liquid ripple as the food helplessly drowned to the bottom of the pot.
Too many times to count, however, noodles or pieces of lettuce slipped
through my chopsticks onto the table. Once, I tried picking up a
dumpling to show my father and dropped the ball onto his pants and we
both stared at as it rolled onto the floor. I looked behind me and
people were snickering to themselves, obviously at my chopstick skills.
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雾清