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My old lady's Chinese, and so are all her friends, so whenever they all get together it's a cacaphony of Mandarin babble... and my understanding of the language doesn't go beyond counting to 3 and the word "gui-zi" which means "foreign devil" (similar to gweilo or gajin in other Asian countries- so I know when they're talking about me.)
It doesn't bother me, and that applies to all other circumstances I encounter as well- if they want to speak their native tongue, go ahead. My only stipulation would be that they should be as patient as me if we need to communicate and their grasp of English is shaky.
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How's your mom, Ed?
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