Zhecheng county, Henan province, China, April 2013
In China, delicious street food is ubiquitous. Just look for slapdash food carts, makeshift roadside grills or dingy storefronts with battered wooden tables scattered on sidewalks.
I like to talk with vendors while checking out their food. They’re usually super friendly and up for a chat. These guys in the photo – a family serving the regional speciality of sheep noodle stew – were no exception, especially since I was with several foreigners in a town that rarely ever sees one.
As I was the only Chinese face and hailed them with a hearty ni hao, they directed my way all the usual questions locals ask foreigners:
Where are you guys from?
Are you guys here to film a movie*?
Are you the group’s translator or guide?
How could you be American??? (aka you have Chinese face, not white face)
And then, the main question I was waiting for: The Comparison Question.
The father asked, “Is China or America better?”
(literally translated, is China good or America good?)
I used to get paid in cash, a whole crisp stack of it tucked into a bulging white paper envelope held somewhat closed by a rubber band. It sometimes got so unwieldy, it was like holding a loosely wrapped burrito with one hand.
I was chatting with a friend about freelance work today, and she was astonished to learn about how I got paid as a freelancer in Shanghai, especially when I told her one of the gigs was for an international arts festival put on by the Shanghai government.
As confusing as it sounds to people here, getting paid in cold, hard cash is absolutely legit…and makes you feel kinda like a baller (but not really).
The largest denomination in Mainland China is RMB 100 as a deterrent to rampant counterfeiting. RMB 100 is currently roughly equivalent to 6 US dollars. Add that conversion to a preference for cash, and you’ll realize why it’s common to conduct business transactions with literally briefcases of money across the Mainland.
This is on display at 1010, one of Hong Kong’s top phone service providers.
My 64 and 65 year old parents cited this specific service as a big reason for choosing to purchase a phone from 1010.
They use Whatsapp to stay in touch with their friends, also in their 60s, as well as the rest of our family, ranging from 20 to 50 year olds.
My mother even uses it with her vegetable seller at the wet market (at his request!) to chat about what’s fresh today, how much she wants to order, when is a good time to come by, etc. It’s pretty amazing.
Zhouzhuang village, Zhecheng county, Henan province, April 2013
All the elderly women we saw were carrying bundles of straw. Deftly weaving the strands into long plaits, they told me these would eventually become hats. And by ‘told’, I really mean ‘gestured.’ Their village dialect was incredibly thick, so much so that even the Shanghai native in our group had difficulty discerning what they were saying.
I asked this granny in the photo how much the finished hat would cost. “1.80 RMB*.”
Out of habit (comparison shopping is something that any self-respecting shopper in China always does), I asked the next granny I encountered for her price. She looked up at my clearly out-of-town self, grinned, and cheerfully replied: “2 RMB.”
*1 USD = 6.25 RMB (for now, at least)