Chinese Class, 7th Grade.
While Lao Shur was discussing a story in our book, someone decided to eat the bag of dalandans one of our classmates brought to school that day.
Eating in class is a minor offense.
One by one, her seatmates, as well as a few others from the back row began to join in.
And no, the risk of getting caught wasn't going to deter them from taking their daily dose of Vitamin C.
And so was the lack of utensils.
As discreetly as they could, they began to peel off the skin with their hands and nibble on the pulps.
At that very moment, our teacher stops her lecture and asks if someone is eating in class.
Uhhh...nope. Uhhmm...no one.
Then sniffing the air, she goes: Shia nga leh tsia dalandan ah? (Who's eating dalandan, eh?)
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