To the cunning vendor at Tianzifang: I ate both of those marshmallow-filled, synthetic durian flavoured sticky rice skin balls, whether I wanted to or not. On principle.
If you’re going to charge foreigners the same price for one sweet as you charge your countrymen for two, you’d better be sure laowai doesn’t have enough stealth Chinese to call you out on it.
I feel ill, but righteous. And I’m still burping durian.
Sarah Bonnar 