I’m a bad Asian. My parents are from Taiwan, but I don’t speak Mandarin very well, and I’m pretty much illiterate in Chinese. So I was a little nervous heading to Shanghai and trying to rely on my subpar Chinese skills.
At one food stand, I ordered what I wanted, and since it was clear that I wasn’t local, the following conversation happened in Mandarin:
Worker A: “So where are you from?”
Worker B: “I bet it’s Korea”
Worker A: “Yeah, I think it’s Korea too”
Me: “I’m visiting from America”
Worker A: “But you’re from Korea, right?”
Worker B: “You speak pretty good Chinese for a Korean person”