Within walking distance of 99 Fuxing Road is every food imaginable except that is for British food. Nothing, not even a decent cheese sandwich in a 5 mile radius.
Two nights ago at the dinner hour we headed into the street to get some food, I consoled myself with the thought of a spring onion and prawn rap from the street food vender round the corner, they taste like heaven I don't know what they put in them, husband creates the wrap wife cooks 5 minutes later a taste sensation. I was shocked and dismayed to find the vendor closed. Kate read the sign out to me (my mandarin can so far only tell people I'm hungry or fat). The sign read On Holiday Be Back When Money Runs Out. Well this was just too much, not only had they gone they I didn't even know when they were going to be back.
Well default panic mode set in and off to Mcdonalds I went, comfort food that leaves me feeling guilty and defeated every time. Kate, of course didn'y want a Mcdonalds, she wanted Taiwanese fried chicken with a side order of Taiwanese deep fried mushrooms. So, after a prolonged wait in a busy Mcdonalds we headed over to the fried chicken place where Kate stood in the queue and I waited on the street with my two Mcdonalds bags (don't judge I'm homesick).
After a few minutes of standing in 33 degree heat holding two bags of saturated fat masquerading as food I was approached by a middle aged woman who spoke to me quite confidently in Mandarin. She repeated the same thing two or three times. After trying to make her understand I didn't know Mandarin by saying 'wo pang pang' (I am fat). I gave up and went and got Kate from the queue and presented the middle aged woman to her. What does she want I asked. Kate spoke in Mandarin when the middle aged woman replied Kate nodded intently. What does she want I asked again. She wants to know if you would like to have sex with her. No I said (wishing I had time to think about it).
The woman ran away and Kate returned to the queue unfazed.
I'll never know if she wanted me, my money or my Mcdonalds.