Colon

The girl considered for a while and, since time was pressing, has to concede.

“Alright, one bowel of your assorted noodle, please.” She said – while having very little idea what her lunch was all about.

The waiter nodded with a smile and dived back to the kitchen. A few seconds later, he returned with a steaming bowel, which he quickly put down in front of the girl.

“It is the signature dish of our chef,” he added.

“But he does not want to take it as his own lunch – or give it to his own children?” The girl said to herself – but, by now, she did not want to hurt the feeling of this waiter. Instead, she took up a pair of chopstick to explore what’s there for her lunch.

Beneath the noodles, she found fish balls, turnip, pig skin, pig blood – and a piece of pig colon.

 “Oh my god!” She gasped and turned to the waiter.

The young man put up a poker face, “For sure there is pig colon in the assorted noodle – don’t you see it is the traditional naja noodle (哪渣麵)?”

“Em... but I do not want to eat pig colon!” The girl yelled.