My Funny Dining Stories When I First Came to America
Two years ago, I said goodbye to my old friends and packed as much stuff as I could to move to Seattle, including a rick cooker stuffed with several pairs of socks for anti-friction protection. But, the result is it takes one and a half hours to cook. In fact, there are tons of variety of rice cookers we can buy from Asian markets and Amazon. I used to go to Chinese restaurants even though I define myself a foodie. The true reason was I couldn't understand at all those non-visualized menus crammed with unfamiliar vocabularies. I got a trick from one of my friends, "Can I have the same order as that table has, it looks very good." The nightmare started. When the dishes were severed, they were completely not delightful as what I saw from that table. I pretended that the meal was enjoyable when the waiter came to ask, actually, I just swallowed a jalapeno wrapped with bacons or bit a stinky cheese. I regaled those unforgettable stories with my friends, they taught m