April 08, 2015
I went to a Chinese restaurant with my Mandarin class. The teacher ordered a soup and said it was her favorite growing up. I took a big spoonful and I tasted at first some egg, then some beef, and then a godawful sensation like dishwasher soap and tire had a love child in my mouth. I was assigned with asking for more soup in Mandarin for a grade, so I had to finish my soup and ask for more. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.