For the second time this month, me and Bella went to the 50 yuan buffet today.
Good food; crab, fish, steamed buns, hot pot. But then the shocks started coming.
The first one was when two girls came running past, squealing with delight and mock-horror because of the live, moving crabs on their plates. One of them dropped a crab right next to our table. They had gotten these from the hot pot aisle and when they arrived at their table they proceeded to drop them into the boiling water. There were lots of crabs and not much room, so the girls really had to push the creatures down into the boiling water with their chopsticks.
That was one. The second one occurred near the end of our meal when the little kid from two tables over decided he had to go and took a whiz on the floor right next to their table. He was a little kid, maybe two or three years old and in China that means that he wasn’t potty trained yet. They have special clothes for kids of this age here; pants with a big crack where their crotch should be. It allows the toddler to do his business without the bother of having to unbutton his pants.
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