I wish we didn't have to come to this house for dinner. I could smell the Chinese aroma drift down the street.
It penetrated the walls of our car and swirled the air.I didn't like it.I was trying to hide my disgust in the car from Dad, but I just couldn't.
The father opened the door and smiled.I followed Dad into the house and Grumbled a low hello. I wish I could've just ran back home. The air was thick with the smell of roasting fish and spices from around the world.
I noticed that the girl was always red-faced and didn't say a word, but she would glance at me every other minute.It felt uncomfortable.
Then her mother brought all the dishes and platters and many people started to arrive.
We waited patiently,or at least Dad was fine.My stomach growled louder and louder with each minute,but it was drowned out with the sound of laughter and chatting,belches and burps.
Then, in the middle of it all, the father picked the soft meat under the eyes and said,"Your favorite Amy.", and offered her the fish cheek. I felt sorry for her.
When the father was finished with his meal, he let out the loudest belch I have ever heard.I filled the room and then he complimented his wife about her cooking.
" You see, it is nice if you belch and then congratulate the chef about their mastery in the art if cooking, this is the etiquette for Chinese." he explained.
I just stared at the man, even though Dad says not to stare at people.Stared.
This was absolutely unbelievable.I even had a hard time eating all of this stuff in front of all these relatives and others and now, this man is telling us to...
Burp!
Oh my god. Now Dad just did what the man said to do . I could feel my cheeks get redder and redder.
This was beyond imaginable. Even the girl was watching her father now, wide-eyed and apparently humiliated.
I wish we could just leave.
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