Well, here is a photo of tonight's meal:

Eggs and onions, potatoes with some sort of meat (and a lot of fat that I dropped on the floor to an anxiously awaiting Leo.... sitting and staring, staring, staring at me... an occasional lick of the lips but otherwise focused on my chopsticks as they moved from plate to mouth to plate to mouth to bowl and back again, yearning for me to give him a piece of food willingly or, at least, to accidentally drop on the floor where using his lightning-fast speed... relative, of course, since he's a Shit Zhu... yeah, my dog, my spelling... he could chomp it down. An interesting note, or perhaps not... dogs in China are decidedly omnivorous... stuff that most red-blooded American dogs would just walk over is chomped down in the blink of an eye).
In any event, also captured in this picture is a lesson for all those foreigners out there on how not to bring chopsticks out to a date, or, perhaps worse, to their parents.











