Sarana: I'm hooome. Oh and I brought home a friend. We're doing a project or something.
Mom: (in Shanghainese) Why didn't you tell me sooner? I didn't prepare anything special. This is bad form!
Markus: Oh, hi. I'm Markus. (to Sarana) What did she just say?
Sarana: Nothing. Something about dinner.
Mom: Nice to meet you Markus. So, what school do you go to? Where do your parents work? Do you have any siblings?
Dad: Honey, why don't you save the questions for later. Let's eat, I'm hungry.
Mom: Okay, okay. Markus, you can sit there. Next to Jonathan.
Jonathan (Sarana's little brother, prepubscent): Who is this loser.
Sarana: Shut up and be nice. He's my friend okay.
Jonathan: Whatever. (Stuffs his face)
Markus (Poking at rice awkwardly with chopsticks): How do I use these?
Mom (Spooning lots of food into Markus' plate): Here, here, eat this. Very good. I am famous for making this.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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