The trouble with not speaking Chinese…
is the fact that it makes everything much more complicated.
Today Kate and I watched the guy who usually does the cooking at one of our favorite local restaurants hit his wife.
They argued first, then he hit her pretty hard and walked off.
To be honest, I’m not really sure whether or not they’re husband and wife.
Maybe if I knew Chinese I would know what’s going on.
*This is from earlier in the week, but due to internet problems, it is being posted later.*