My idol Bruce Lee, reincarnated as a fast food chain. These Kungfu fast food chains are considerably better than KFC or McD’s, and Panda Express belongs even farther on the spectrum. Still, the man who can do one handed three finger push-ups and is too fast to be captured on film, must be feeling amused.
Next to that: the now ubiquitous Starbucks.
Today: finally heading back to Hong Kong, the first half of my harvest trip wrapping up.
Ate at the farms with the families most of the times, so not much food to report. The meal with the government officials though, had this spectacular soft tofu freshly made and in its wooden tube, that you can ladle in 3 kinds of sauces. Tofu tastes like tofu here in China like no where else.
Conversation at dinner: how to make better Chinese liquor for export. IMHO, Chinese alcohol is at the other extreme of Chinese tea. The baijiu 白酒 is the most vile ‘vodka’ imaginable, the Mal Tai just burns, wuliangye 五糧液 smells like a NY subway drunk, the rice wine tastes either sweet like syrup or bland, the beer is basically water. The grape wines? Acidic, flat, no aroma. The tea is sublime. The alcohol is good to throw up with.
I didn’t share my opinion with the government officials. I said why not make a Tieguanyin alcohol. They thought it was a great idea they hadn’t thought of.
Really? They didn’t notice their alcohol could stand improvement any imaginable way possible?
Late night at the farm. Suddenly, everyone realized that what I said was true- you don’t actually get to buy property in China, it’s called ‘leasing’ in the rest of the world. However, one is told by the Communist government that one is purchasing, so down payment, mortgage, renovations etc are all yours to pay. Then the government gets to repossess it by year 50/60/70. So how is that ownership?
The more everyone thought about it, the worst the mood. Out came the Mal Tai, the rice wine, the domestic red table wine, and the snake soup. A round of cigarettes later and everyone is less depressed about being Chinese.