Very deep, but then he stole it from a song. And because it was in Chinese, I'm still not totally sure I get it, despite his increasingly exasperated attempts to enlighten me. I think the conversation ended with me declaring: "Love is just like Chu Qian Yi Ding."
If only things were as simple and satisfying as a steaming bowl of CQYD.
Speaking of my fave instant noodles, I still have a huge stash in what I suppose the Brits would call my pantry -- to me it's just a cupboard full of food and spices -- which means I have to eat a packet every three days or so in order to finish up my supply before I leave. I might be bald from all that MSG by the time I get back, at that rate.
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