Sunday, February 5, 2012
I just attended a lunch hosted by a friend who's also based here in China. The spread consisted of my favorite dishes, all Chinese. Stir-fried noodles, spicy Szechuan stew, pan-fried Shanghai dumplings, store-bought Peking duck, and roasted pork belly.
I was still recovering from stomach flu and all I could do was watch and salivate. I just poured myself a bowl of plain congee, the same thing I've subsisted on for a week. It was light, familiar, warm, and comforting, which I guess was good for me.
There were a lot of guests, mainly locals. Most guys were my type. I guess that's one of the perks of being in this city - you're surrounded by Chinitos. I sat across the buffet counter and people-watched. I drooled over the spread in front of me, but I remained seated, sipping my congee.
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