[Meiniang wasn't completely oblivious to what food looks like, having been relegated to working at the laundry once as a young concubine for punishment. No fancy dishes then for a little nobody who had only one friend that had not fared much better than she had.
But even knowing what food looks like before it becomes food doesn't prepare her for the bustle of the shops and all the vegetables and fruit that she doesn't recognize.
So when she sees someone who seems to know what they're doing, she's leaning over to look at a red fruit she's never seen before, reaching out a hand to gently touch the outside of it. There was really only one way to figure out if something was edible.]
One, please.
[Never mind that right now the contents of her basket consisted entirely of single items, one small block of cheese, something she thinks must be bread but is browner than any bread she's ever eaten, one of what she thinks is a pear but is in a shape she's never seen.]
closed to Walter
But even knowing what food looks like before it becomes food doesn't prepare her for the bustle of the shops and all the vegetables and fruit that she doesn't recognize.
So when she sees someone who seems to know what they're doing, she's leaning over to look at a red fruit she's never seen before, reaching out a hand to gently touch the outside of it. There was really only one way to figure out if something was edible.]
One, please.
[Never mind that right now the contents of her basket consisted entirely of single items, one small block of cheese, something she thinks must be bread but is browner than any bread she's ever eaten, one of what she thinks is a pear but is in a shape she's never seen.]