
Month one (annoying)

Everything arrived covered in pork fluff or mystery lard. I lived on cucumber, plain rice, and resentment.
Month two (better)

I learned three sentences, found two Buddhist restaurants, and stopped treating every dinner as a negotiation with the entire Sichuan canon.
What works now
- Lead with 'no meat, no lard' before they cook
- Wet market mornings for tofu and greens
- Keep a freezer bag of dumplings for collapsed evenings

Halal friends: confirm the kitchen, don't trust the English sticker alone. Allergy folks: carry the card in Chinese and show it twice.
This isn't a purity contest. It's just lunch that doesn't make you feel erased.
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