With a first name meaning bamboo, Zhu Song cannot be more poetically
Chinese. Although she has spent more than three quarters of her life in
various barbaric lands, she can frequently be found clad in silk sipping
tea from fine porcelain. What others think of as decadence is only her
birthright after all.
Despite having been educated (like all Chinese) to within an inch of her
life, she shows little interest (unlike the Chinese) in following one
of the favoured professions, much to the chagrin of her grandmother. However
all is not lost - she may yet produce offspring who will.
There are three phrases she dislikes: Where are you from?,
Why, you speak perfect English!, and You're so lucky
to be able to speak Chinese! Her responses are How much time
do you have?, Why yes, I speak it better than you, and
That's because I am Chinese. Fancy that. The Chinese expect
rusty Mandarin, the English an Asian accent, and the Americans an American
one. She routinely confounds them all.