I worked with a woman who was from a chinese takeaway owning family. She spoke with a Manchester accent, had a white boyfriend and liked a few glasses of wine and a natter in the pub. One day her mum, I think it was, called her at the office and she swapped to shouting Cantonese down the phone.
I gave a her a look of astonishment, which she saw, and at the end of the call she said to me "I am Chinese you know!".
I gave a her a look of astonishment, which she saw, and at the end of the call she said to me "I am Chinese you know!".