For my birthday, I had a meal with my wife’s younger cousin and her husband at a restaurant I really like.
If I remember correctly, the owner is Taiwanese too. They chose a fantastic location: you can look out at both Pudong and Puxi from the restaurant while enjoying your meal.
I kept having diarrhea, and then I kept on eating. (Whatever—this would have to do for now.)
Super-smelly Tongxiang stinky tofu
Their new life in Shanghai was just beginning. He drove a P-brand car in Taiwan, but kept a lower profile in Shanghai. I thought he would turn out to be a good guy. I hoped they’d be happy.
Sorry, I’ve already arranged the bill with the front desk! Your older brother-in-law is still the sneakier one—I never lose the race to pick up the tab. (Shrug.)
