I was wandering in some Chinese city,don't remember the name now,and i saw a nice restaurant offering halal food.You don't expect these pleasant surprises in a communist country,but there it was,and i was very hungry.
Walked in and met the owner,who appeared to be a very nice guy.After a little chat with him in his broken English and my very very broken Chinese,he asked a waitress to set up a table for me outside as the weather was very good.
So i sat alongside a busy pedestrian road,outside the well decorated restaurant and waited for my order which was some Chinese beef soup.I didn't know much about the dish as the menu was in Chinese and i couldn't understand a word,and had to ask the owner's assistance,and he recommended the soup for me.
The soup came in a nice porcelain bowl and with the soup and small pots of half a dozen sauces,there was a shocking surprise for me.
There was no spoon and the only choice in this regard was a beautifully decorated set of chop sticks that came along with the order.
I knew how to have soup with spoon,but this was my first such experience.I thought it was some Chinese tradition and that i should stick to it.
My first attempt was to try and hold the chop stick in the right way,and while doing so,i dropped it a few times.Then i figured out a way of doing this daunting task.I dipped the chop sticks in the soup and then licked the few drops of soup that clung to it .
I kept doing it for a few minutes,and when i raised my head i noticed that there was a small crowd watching me with little smiles on their faces.
Pedestrians had stopped and made a half circle around me,and there were about 15 or 20 of them,watching my free show.
I felt good and bad at the same time.But then i was keen to know,how Chinese people drink soup with chop sticks, and i asked one of the onlookers to sit on the chair in front of me,and asked the waitress to bring another bowl or him.After 10 minutes there was another bowl of beef soup in front of me,and i asked the china man to have it.He looked grateful,or may be he was having pity on me.
I was expecting some miracle technique or yoga or even a move from kung fu.as the task seemed impossible to me.
The china ma simply lifted the bowl and started sipping soup like a cup of hot coffee.When he had finished the soup,he put the bowl back on the table,and used the chop sticks the eat the little chunks of beef that filled almost half the bowl.
It was that easy.But my mind was so busy in figuring out an ingenious way of having the soup with chop sticks that i never thought about the beef chunks in it.
The onlookers slowly disappeared,some with smiles on their faces,and other were killing themselves laughing 