Shopping!!!
We have hotpot for dinner; service was awful, but there was a bollock-load of food! I decide that I hate Hong Kongers. One of our employees, Mr Jin is from Shanghai and had been working for us in London for 2 years before moving back to China. When Mummy Ma tried to talk to Mr Jin, she couldn’t, as her Mandarin was shit! So she asks him, why can’t you speak Cantonese? Hong Kongers are soo fucking up themselves and ignorant sometimes! They blamed the situation on my uncle for speaking Mandarin to him and not Cantonese!
They go for a massage with my uncle and both me and Mr Jin opt out. He goes to bed and I go to the internet bar.
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