We had just finished polishing off a stir-fry dish with some rice. We
have rice a lot these days. I guess that happens when you live with an
Asian woman.
"Is there any more rice?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes," she answered without hesitation, "One."
"One?" I echoed, not quite sure I'd heard correctly.
"One," she repeated looking intently at a single grain of rice on her plate.
"Is there any more rice?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes," she answered without hesitation, "One."
"One?" I echoed, not quite sure I'd heard correctly.
"One," she repeated looking intently at a single grain of rice on her plate.
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