Cross Bridge Noodles
I had dinner in another of those cross-bridge noodle shops endemic to this part of China. The affable counter lady, amused at my American voice with a Chinese face, mixed my dish for me as if she were feeding her own toddler. She even showed me how to consume the noodles and later she gave me some pickled vegetables as a nourishing treat. I smiled warmly and thanked her in English and Chinese.