>I was at the cafeteria waiting for yet another helping of fan1 qie2 chao3 ji1 dan4 when I looked over and saw a cook leaning against the wall. He glanced around lazily, reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.’
He stuck it in his mouth, lit it, and went into the kitchen and started cooking.
And I wasn’t too weirded out by this. I guess I’ve finally adjusted to the life here.
