Tomorrow’s going to be my last day at work. I might drop by the office from time to time after quitting, as there is still some unfinished stuff to do, but I won’t be there all day long anymore.
I’ve got less than a month until I fly back to Switzerland, it’s crazy how fast these 6 months have gone by.
I feel old typing this.
1) will leave the company soon,
2) have been treated by them for lunch several times and
3) got a bottle of original Maotai liquor from one of them,
I took two of my co-workers (the tall one and the one who grew up on the countryside) out for dinner yesterday evening. We drove to this place I’ve been several times before, serving 客家菜，客家 being another name for Hakka - which is according to Wikipedia one of the ‘major Chinese language subdivisions or varieties’. Chinese is fucking fascinating, u guys. Languages are fucking fascinating for that matter, just read the article for Singapore.
This is a new point on the What-qualifies-a-guy-as-a-keeper-bonus-list; reading the Wikipedia article on Singapore and subsequently browsing articles on languages spoken in Singapore for at least 1.5 hours.
Back to the restaurant.
My uncle is friends with the owner and does business with him, which is how I got to know him. The owner is from Heyuan, this place with the hot springs I went to with the last company I worked for. He is a super-nice guy, polite and generous towards everyone.
Sometimes even a bit socially awkward? I think he’s a bit lonely, since he’s divorced his wife and given her all the houses they owned he’s been living in a hotel room not far from the afore mentioned restaurant, on his own. He’s very vocal about looking for a girlfriend and sometimes behaves what some might deem a bit inappropriate, inviting my aunt, my cousin and me to a KTV or to have lunch with his kids for example, but at the end of the day he is hospitable and nice to the people around him, without expecting anything in return! He’s asked me a lot about how it is living abroad, tells everyone who meets me for the first time that I can speak five languages (which is not true!) and once referred to me as his kin.
Maybe I should be creeped out, I’m not sure. Fact is, I’m not and I think he’s a cool guy.
When he saw the three of us dropped by to have something to eat, he helped me order and eventually told me it was on the house. I am currently debating whether I should buy him 20 or 30 boxes of chocolate as a thank-you-for-being-so-nice-to-me-gift.
The food was good! I didn’t take any pictures, but looked for some on baidu.com
I love love love this to the moon and back. It’s tofu, enclosing a bit of meat in the middle. The meat I usually skip here in China, but the tofu itself is amazing! I will eat anything made out of those heavenly yellow beans.
The meat is usually not added in their version of this dish. We anyways got a dish with lots of different vegetables and this beige stuff. It’s also made of tofu, sort of. With tofu you get a lot of liquid, if you take the liquid, let it dry and roll it up you get these beige thingies, which taste awesome.
I asked for these little babies. They’re made of pumpkin, pumpkin flour is my wild guess. So dense and yet soft, perfect. Two for each of us :3 I had to restrain myself…
We finished all four dishes (also ordered eggplant and fish head, fyi), the pumpkin thingies and our rice! So proud nothing was wasted. Okay, some yellow beans underneath the tofu on the first picture. But lord I was so full.
During dinner we talked about online dating, chinese universities, going abroad, work, and a bunch of other things and the tall co-worker and me taught the not-tall-guy some English. I told him to get himself a foreign girlfriend. He said it was improbable. He’s almost 30, single, unmarried and childless, still rather uncommon in China, by the way.
Speaking of girlfriends and relationships, my tall co-worker has THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER. She’s a super talented fashion design student, buys clothes for him and even makes him wallets etc. which look so minimalist, cool and INFUSED WITH LOVE! THIS IS MY DREAM COUPLE. Forever rooting for them. I want to attend their wedding. The other day he showed me some of her sketches and I was blown away :’)
While driving home I learn that tall guy doesn’t have any idea who or what The Simpsons are. And then kept repeating the opening sequence’s trademark melody in an ever-changing and forever-wrong pitch. Minutes ago he had expressed faith in my singing abilities. WHY DO I HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING FOREVER.
They weren’t disappointed enough not to drive me home though, so everything turned out well in the end.
And I think that’s a warp, for now.