::cooking in chinese::
The natural outflow of the heart, that God intended, is love. The natural outflow of love from Chinese people is good food. I step into the kitchen, ready to help with dinner prep. I see someone washing dishes, one person deboning a chicken, someone else mixing something in a bowl, pots of water boiling, a guy chopping veggies but the thing that hits me is the language. All that I hear is Chinese, Mandarin or Cantonese, I can't even tell. But it's being vigorously jabbered around the kitchen as someone asks a question, someone else responds, comments and opinions are flying around and it all blends together for me. "Wait, wait, time out", you're thinking. "Don't you, Francesca, speak Chinese? Aren't you at least Asian the last time I checked?" Yes, I am still Asian and yes, I am Chinese. But no, I do not speak the language. I wish that I could but being of the third generation, I'm not bilingual as most of the second generation are,
