There are a few stumbles in the speeach. I didn't want to redo it. Could you find them?
Is this my tomato soup
Speaking of culture shock, some of my experiences had something to do with foods, foods from all around the world.
I would like to share my first food related culture shock here. It's about 2 months after I arrived in Vancouver.
Before I get into the real story part, I first have to lay out some backgrounds for the story.
I went to Vancouver to pursue a Doctoral degree in science. I met my supervisor 3 days after I landed in Vancouver. He's a young professor, recently graduated from University of Columbia. He sometimes hanged out with some of the graduate students in the department after school.
One of those nights, they invited me to dine with them. My supervisor is an Italian Canadian. He took us to an Italian restaurant. This was first time ever I had been to a non-Chinese restaurant. When I looked at the menu in front of me, everything looked so foreign to me. I didn't know what to order. I was looking for something that sounded even just remotely familiar to me. Then tomato soup caught my eyes. Ah, that's it! I like tomato soup! So that's it! I ordered myself a bowl of tomato soup and some cheese bread.
Then we sat and chatted while we were waiting for our food.
When the food arrived, in front of me was a bowl of bloody red soup. The consistency of the soup was very even and smooth. I didn't see any chunks of tomatoes like in Chinese tomato soups. I stared at the soup with disbelief and didn't know what to do with it.
I asked S, one of the fellow graduate students: is this my tomato soup?
He said: Yes, isn't that what you wanted?
I replied: I guess so, but it turned out completely different than what I expected.
Somehow, I could not brave myself even just to try a sip of it. So, it just sat in front of me while the others were enjoying their food. Very soon, they all realized that I didn't like the soup. It was kind of awkward. S later told me that it's rude not to touch the food I ordered. To a certain degree, I ruined their good spirits to take me out for dinner.
A similar episode happened again with Indian food a few months later when S and I went out for dinner on a date. This time, S was very embarrassed with my decision not to try a bite of the food in front of me. But I was not able to bring myself to it. I just could not do it. The date ended very unhappily.
But I learned some lessons from these two episodes: don't judge the menu with my limited experiences. Take time to learn each item before making an order. And once I order my food, no matter what, I need to make an effort to try it and show respect to chef's work.
By the way, S and I got married a year and half later. And since then we have tried out all different kinds of international foods. I have not embarrassed him ever since. So, it's a happy ending.
虫虫写得真棒！你看那么多书，绘声绘色，开心看到Prince and princess happily live
ever after！：）
On my way home，I have been listening to the audiobook and novels you introduced. Very nice experience. Hopefully it can help build up my writing skills！
Thanks a lot！ Thanks for your contribution to our forum！
I'm glad I could contribute something to the forum.:) And I'm really happy you started linstening to those audio books already. I really enjoyed some of them a lot. Happy listening :)
I don't remember if we used left hand to touch the food or not. I didn't eat a bit that time. So very likely I didn't touch the food at all. :)
I have a very good Indian friend, who is like my family. She often invited us to have meals with her family. She cooks really good Indian curry dishes. I love Indian food very much now. It's one of my favorites.
There are a few stumbles in the speeach. I didn't want to redo it. Could you find them?
Is this my tomato soup
Speaking of culture shock, some of my experiences had something to do with foods, foods from all around the world.
I would like to share my first food related culture shock here. It's about 2 months after I arrived in Vancouver.
Before I get into the real story part, I first have to lay out some backgrounds for the story.
I went to Vancouver to pursue a Doctoral degree in science. I met my supervisor 3 days after I landed in Vancouver. He's a young professor, recently graduated from University of Columbia. He sometimes hanged out with some of the graduate students in the department after school.
One of those nights, they invited me to dine with them. My supervisor is an Italian Canadian. He took us to an Italian restaurant. This was first time ever I had been to a non-Chinese restaurant. When I looked at the menu in front of me, everything looked so foreign to me. I didn't know what to order. I was looking for something that sounded even just remotely familiar to me. Then tomato soup caught my eyes. Ah, that's it! I like tomato soup! So that's it! I ordered myself a bowl of tomato soup and some cheese bread.
Then we sat and chatted while we were waiting for our food.
When the food arrived, in front of me was a bowl of bloody red soup. The consistency of the soup was very even and smooth. I didn't see any chunks of tomatoes like in Chinese tomato soups. I stared at the soup with disbelief and didn't know what to do with it.
I asked S, one of the fellow graduate students: is this my tomato soup?
He said: Yes, isn't that what you wanted?
I replied: I guess so, but it turned out completely different than what I expected.
Somehow, I could not brave myself even just to try a sip of it. So, it just sat in front of me while the others were enjoying their food. Very soon, they all realized that I didn't like the soup. It was kind of awkward. S later told me that it's rude not to touch the food I ordered. To a certain degree, I ruined their good spirits to take me out for dinner.
A similar episode happened again with Indian food a few months later when S and I went out for dinner on a date. This time, S was very embarrassed with my decision not to try a bite of the food in front of me. But I was not able to bring myself to it. I just could not do it. The date ended very unhappily.
But I learned some lessons from these two episodes: don't judge the menu with my limited experiences. Take time to learn each item before making an order. And once I order my food, no matter what, I need to make an effort to try it and show respect to chef's work.
By the way, S and I got married a year and half later. And since then we have tried out all different kinds of international foods. I have not embarrassed him ever since. So, it's a happy ending.
Thank you for reading!
Did you guys touch the food with left hands in the Indian eating place?
Love your natural voice.
Because I was hungry.
It's a happy ending
ever after！：）
On my way home，I have been listening to the audiobook and novels you introduced.
Very nice experience. Hopefully it can help build up my writing skills！
Thanks a lot！ Thanks for your contribution to our forum！
I'm glad I could contribute something to the forum.:) And I'm really happy you started linstening to those audio books already. I really enjoyed some of them a lot. Happy listening :)
by the way why do they call you 仙妈？you have an angel-like daughter? me too :)
Yes, I have a lot more embarrassing moments
I don't remember if we used left hand to touch the food or not. I didn't eat a bit that time. So very likely I didn't touch the food at all. :)
I have a very good Indian friend, who is like my family. She often invited us to have meals with her family. She cooks really good Indian curry dishes. I love Indian food very much now. It's one of my favorites.
Thank you for liking my voice!
后来就一段一段的录，然后用garageband 把它们连接起来的。
唱歌有伴奏掩盖，朗读是硬功夫：）
since then some friends started to call me as 仙女妈
But she doesn't love it. She loves musical theater.