I go to China with a bunch of Kondaks. I wander off by myself and visit a church. I take a picture of the inside during a service and someone yells at me, "No photos"! The I see a sign that says No Photography! Then I'm participating in a cooking competition with a young girl. We have a big bowl of rice in front of us and aseveral piles of spices which we sprinkle into the rice. I wonder how the dishes could be different when we're using the same ingredients. Then we all meet back in a big room and I tell the family about my exploits.
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