“Don’t. You are a woman,” Guo proclaimed once more.
“Do you suppose I’m not a man?” Mr Bao didn’t move, playing with a toothpick in his mouth. “Let me pay this time.”
“Come on, Mr Bao, you are a guest.” Guo reacted, heading to the reception.
Mr Bao didn’t insist, nor did I. For I knew Guo very well - If I did, it would only off end him and make him lose face. Face was the essence of Guo.
Then, out of the blue, Guo roared. “It is impossible!”
“Sorry, but your coupon is out of date.” The waitress, who took our order, objected with the bill in one hand and the other trying to give the coupon back to Guo.