Breakfast

I took a photo of the noodle soup I had for breakfast at 830 this morning, but my phone lost it somehow. To someone not from China, noodles with veggies, beef, and meat broth looks like lunch or dinner, but all the Western restaurants were closed at that hour, so Kathryn and I ate a real Chinese breakfast. I refused the beef but am pretty sure I got the meat broth anyway. The lady cooked the noodles in a separate broth really quickly, then put a bunch of stuff in a bowl. I asked Kathryn to make mine medium spicy, which meant I could eat it without crying. Success!

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