Category Archive for 'Memoirs of a Yangxifu'

The top 10 most popular moments, by views, in Memoirs of a Yangxifu — the story of love, cultural understanding and eventual marriage between one American woman from the city and one Chinese man from the countryside.

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In China, lovers are often said “to have the destiny to meet across one thousand li.” For my Chinese husband, John, and I, it wasn’t just one thousand li — it was ten thousand li.

In this entry, I’ll look back on the series, Memoirs of a Yangxifu, and also announce a new posting schedule for the blog.

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When John, my Chinese boyfriend, refused to eat my salad, that moment was a window into one major difference between our culinary cultures. In his village, nobody eats lettuce, unless it’s cooked.

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When the real estate agent in Shanghai arrived late for yet another apartment visit, I wondered — will I be late in finding a good place in Shanghai, before the month is up?

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John and I go on a dead-end visit to an unsavory apartment building in China — in an effort to find a new place to live — and make the landlord angry with our disinterest.

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When you’re abroad, your brethren foreigners can sometimes be just as foreign to you as the locals, just as John and I discovered one night while dining on a bar street.

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In our old Shanghai town house, John and I faced a double infestation — cockroaches and rats — despite the popular wisdom that you can’t have both together.

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I brought my Shanghai neighbor chocolate, as a token of forgiveness — over a bicycle that I couldn’t park in her kitchen, which then got stolen outside — but never expected her to come back with her own sweet reply.

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I never should have left my bicycle outside of my apartment house. And I never should have expected the community to understand the theft of my bicycle.

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My Chinese boyfriend John and I went to Su Causeway in Hangzhou not for the view or a walk, but to find the bench where we first kissed, and became a couple.

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