Glass Flowers, You Astonished Me!

I went to Boston on the Independence Day Holiday. My friend Wen and his wife Jie picked me up at my dormitory, 189 Elm Street, New Haven on July 3. They drove all the way up to where I temporarily resided and then drove back to Harvard University with me sitting at the backseat. They were doing post doctorate work there.

Wen and Jie eagerly took me to the Harvard Museum of Natural History. After we looked around the room for all kinds of precious stones, they took me to another room. The instant we were in it, Jie said to me with a mysterious wink: "These are all real grass and flowers." But I had seen the room labeled "Glass works"!

Still I was astonished by those glass works. What craftsmanship they embodied! Incredible! Were they actually made by hand? Marvelous! I was deprived of the ability to express myself, except murmuring at all times "Incredible!"

There were several other rooms exhibiting the bones and specimens of animals, samples of various ancient shells and fishes, diversified stones, but none of them impressed me like the glass works. They were made with such refined taste, through which something called patience and painstaking carefulness were fully conveyed. Wonder arose in my mind and I felt so reverent to the late craftsman.

Entirely Different Food

Guess what? I want to show you two pictures of the noodles I had in the Morse Dining Hall the day before yesterday.

Don't You Find it Inviting?

BUT IT TASTED SWEET!!!

I was overjoyed when I saw the photo of the noodles when Rachel pasted it onto our Wechat group. I virtually ran to the dining hall in case I wouldn't miss it. I like noodles! And now I could have noodles at Yale - after so many days of eating Pizza (which, unfortunately, was the last food I'd like to take a bite).

The instant I took a bite at the noodles, I was astonished and dumbfounded! How could one cook noodles in this way? How could one add so much sweetener into NOODLES? How dare they! My poor noodles!

Finally I solved this matter. I put the two bowls of noodles into one bowl, the sweet noodle soup being left in the other. Then I added some boiled water into the noodles in hope to wash away the sweet taste. Finally I poured in three spoons of hot spicy pepper sauce! Ant that's the whole story. I will never have the courage to taste another bowl of noodles in this strange country.

Now, let's enjoy some really delicious breakfast.

Yes, sweet soybean milk and - 

        fried noodles - salted, of course.