I was finishing getting ready for work, when the downstairs buzzer went off in our apartment. I glanced quizzically at Cristian, who only shrugged. I answered in my practiced Shanghainese wayyyyy for hello. I usually tricked the McDonald's delivery man into thinking I was local. I got a big kick out of this. The person responded with a quick burst of Mandarin. I repeated what I heard to Cristian. My fledgling Mandarin is only good for counting change and ordering more water.

"I think he said food delivery."

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