Five times curry rice in one week…
Again at the Uyghur restaurant next to the campus. A paper with the German translations of some dishes helped us to order but our Chinese was good enough to ask if the things contained meat or not. It was the first time that I’ve seen sweet-and-sour sauce in China. On the left, with the green eggplants.
And it was the first time that I’ve had enough Chinese food and couldn’t have eaten more.
More Chinese Arabic food. As hard to eat as the one before. They said it was without meat. Following the Chinese definition of vegetarian food: You don’t see the meat at first glance, you find it when you’ve eaten half the food. That was the time I stopped.
In the meantime they were doing something with a large piece of meat that was lying on top of a cardboard on the ground.
Yesterday I bought noodles at the noodle man’s. But the noodle man himself wasn’t there so another one cooked them. When I put the empty box in my trash bin it started to smell very bad. Like animal oil. It didn’t help to open the window, I had to get rid of the thing. No more noodle man for now.