No one spoke any English, but we figured with picture menus we'd be okay.
We sat down and found little covered pots of what looked like potpourri. Then the water boy came along.
He launches boiling water at your cups from across the table to make tea.
Paul called it lawn clipping tea because of the flowers that looked like dandelions. It was pretty good. I recognized orange peel in it.
We ordered a bowl of peanuts because we knew Katie liked those, and chow fan, or fried rice, and then we got adventurous and tried "steamed pork in rice flour." Paul liked it. It was more pork fat than pork meat, though.
The kids were quite the attraction, of course. We had several servers come over to check us out, and when the table behind us noticed us, they all stopped to stare. Our guide mentioned the day we were fawned over at the fabric mart that when Chinese people are curious about something, they stare. It's not considered rude. But it's a little unnerving to be on the receiving end of it. Especially when you're trying to eat. With chopsticks.
When I was in Nanchang, I had 3 servers just stand and watch us at dinner the night my guide took us out after People's Park.
Katie does well feeding herself, but she also likes to have us feed her.
Luke was poking at some rice she spilled on the tablecloth. He still hasn't put anything into his mouth yet. I've been feeding him more rice cereal, in an effort to space out the constant bottles a little. He peed so much last night, his blanket bled and turned the crib sheet pink. We are going to need to get some boxed baby cereal as soon as we get home.