How Do You Want Your Rice?
The young woman really thought she'd been very patient, through a protracted period of dating with no talk of marriage.One night her steady boyfriend took her to a Chinese restaurant. As he perused the menu, he casually asked her, "So. . . how do you like your rice? Boiled? Steamed? Or fried?"Without missing a beat, she looked over her menu at him and replied clearly, "Thrown."
Son to Mother: Mom I am feeling hungry.
Mom: But the rice is half cooked.
Son: So what? Give me the part of the rice which is cooked.
Bowl Of Rice
A sailor, while bringing flowers to a cemetery, noticed an old Chinese man placing a bowl of rice on a nearby grave.
The sailor walked up to the man and asked, "when do you expect your friend to come up and eat the rice?"
The old Chinese man replied with a smile, "same time your friend comes up to smell the flowers."
A friend of mine whose mother had recently passed away was seen eating red glutinous rice on one rare occasion. A pedantic scholar who came to hear of this expressed his disapproval by saying that it was highly improper for one in mourning to eat red rice. Asked why, he explained that red signified happiness. Said my friend: " Does it mean that those who eat white rice are all in mourning?"
Rice And Flowers
The Aussie had just laid a wreath of flowers on a workmates grave. On the way out of the cemetery he was intrigued to see a Chinese sprinkling rice around a headstone.
"When do you expect your relative to come and eat the rice," he chuckled.
"The same time your friend pops up to smell the flowers," replied the Chinese.