My first little conversation in Chinese

My husband and I were at the food court today looking for something to eat. The mall was completely dead.

I went up to a Chinese restaurant. There was a little Chinese man working there, he could hardly speak English. He gave me a sample of orange chicken.

Then...it happened.

I spoke to him in Chinese and HE UNDERSTOOD ME.  I am very proud of myself. You would think that it would not be that big of a deal for me especially since I have already learned other languages. But there was something about this moment that made me happy. The other Chinese woman working there told me that my intonation was very good. I am giving myself a pat on the back right now.

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