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Being flexible is a huge part of living somewhere that you don’t speak the language. Because my Mandarin is wretched, I developed this habit of answering things I don’t understand with “hao” (good/okay). As you can imagine, blindly agreeing isn’t the greatest idea, particularly when it comes to food. I keep getting served weird things that I’m pretty sure  I didn’t order. But maybe I did?

What I wanted: I’m 80% sure I asked for soy sauce and ginger

What I got: A spine in my soup. Or a rib? I don’t know. Let’s pretend this didn’t happen.

I think there's a spine in my soup