This is a slang-story on a Vietnamese newspapers. The author ends up using Vietnamese slang and ... I wonder what you foreigners will think about, when you first see it ( I 'm a Vietnamese too ^^ ). Excuse me if this is impolite >"<
Let 's join the tale :
" Tale of The Watermelon Seller.
A few years after getting married I started to feel bored of rice. I felt hungry for pho noodle soup. But I found good pho noodle soup hard to find so I turned to buying baguettes on the street. Little did I know my wife was also growing bored and developing a taste for springrolls. One day I returned home to find a stranger in my house, a man with pepper hair and a jackfruit look.
“Would you like a bowl of rice congee?”, I asked.
“No thanks”, he answered with a face like ice. “Your rice is fine. If you insist I have congee I will insist you try my flying yam beans, they’re delicious.”
I started to cry.
“Hey don’t worry”, the man said, suddenly friendly. We walked out to the kitchen together.
“You still have first choice on the snails; I’m just gathering the shells to keep the place clean. Now wait, you’ve just been out to grab a baguette haven’t you? That’s no good, terribly unhygienic. Let me take you to a place with properly sanitized vegetables, much more nutritious, no risk of rambutans.”
“Sure thing” I said, feeling much better. “Thank you Vinamilk!” ( A brand of milk in Vietnam )
“Don’t tell my wife though (I had to add) she’s always rushing out to sell pear-melons. She sells to the whole village you know! I can have some chicken at the end of the alley, that’s fine, but sanitized vegetables are another story. If she knows there’ll be problems.”
Tell your wife you will tell the neighborhood about her eating springrolls with me, the man said, problem solved.
“If she sells pear melons, you go out and you sell watermelons.” "
Now ... would you like to share me your mind ^^ ?