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13.B2U1P1 A child of Two Cuisines
1.(grow) up in England with a British father and a Chinese mother, I’ve enjoyed food from both countries ever since I 2.(be) able to hold a knife and fork—and chopsticks!
Mum has sweet memories 3. the food from her home town in Sichuan, and often 4.(cook) spicy dishes. Thanks to this, Dad has come to love hot pot! 5.
there are still some dishes 6. Dad dare not try even after many years of marriage 7.
my mother. He once told me he was surprised by 8. he saw on the table when he first visited my mother’s parents in China. He was even shocked at their wedding when he saw how the Chinese ate almost every part of an animal. Even today, he still does not 9.(easy) take to eating things like chicken feet.
But I enjoy that sort of food myself. Last week, I went to the butcher’s and asked, “Do you have pigs’ ears?” “No,” the butcher said, 10.(pull) at his own ears, “just these ordinary ones.” He must 11.(think) I was joking.
Dad can cook a super “full English breakfast” of bacon, eggs, beans, sausages and toast with butter—Mum 12. I just have to find a way to get him into the kitchen! He also does a typical Sunday roast. We all love roast beef and vegetables, but Mum says we’d better not eat too much roast food as it may make us suffer from heat inside our bodies, according to 13.(tradition) Chinese medicine.
I’ll never forget my first visit 14. China. Mum encouraged me 15.(try)
different kinds of food, and I did! I loved everything. But just when I thought I could deal 16.
all Chinese food, I came across stinky tofu, 17. horrible grey thing that looked and smelt like a burnt sports shoe. “You needn’t try it if you don’t want to,” Mum said, but I gathered all my courage to take a bite and was 18.(amaze) to find it wasn’t so bad. It reminded me 19. blue cheese, a similarly s