摘要
As I handed a bag of potatoes, for weighing, to the lady in her fifties behind the counter, she told her coworker in the heaving Wu-Mart that I must have been one of those nice foreigners who kindly adopted an unfortunate Chinese orphan. She spoke in a voice so loud that it must have been her intention to draw as much attention as possible. I was not so sure of the friendliness of her tone.
