Well, I just ate the last of my pot stickers; dipped it in pot sticker sauce and ate it in three bites. It was good. Better than on Sunday when the Chinese man served it to me with 7 others: they smelled kind of funky, and I have never gotten eight pot stickers before. It’s like they killed the pig and fed it all to me. You couldn’t lock them up for killing too much chicken to put it on your Mongolian Beef. No sir. That dinner portion got lunch portion of meats at that Chinese Restaurant with the dirty men’s bathroom. But I was glad to have it, on account of we’re so poor and all.

Joan said I could have her leftover soup, sizzling rice soup, I think it was, it had chicken in it as well as huge, tasty shrimp. This restaurant might have blown the pot stickers, and the mongolian chicken, but they hit a home run with their soup.

After sipping on some of the broth to check the temperature, the next thing I put on my spoon was a large half of a very tasty mushroom. I don't usually care either way about broccoli, but the broccoli that was soaked in this soup since Sunday was excellent. Thanks Joan for giving me your soup!!