On my way to work there’s a small street stall selling all different kinds of congee. I usually go there to buy take-away congee for breakfast. One day I have time to sit down for breakfast. The woman in her 40s selling the congee comes up to me to have a chat.
A while into the conversation, she asks:
“Do you have a boyfriend? You can look for a Chinese boyfriend.”
I: “I already have a Chinese boyfriend.”
She: “That’s great. You’ll have mixed-blood* children. They’ll be very beautiful … and tall, since you’re very tall yourself.”
On a different day, my boyfriend who is 1,89 m tall is with me and we both buy congee at her street-stall.
The next time I buy congee at her street-stall, the woman says: “Your boyfriend is really tall.”
I: “I think so too. He’s from Northeast China, you know.”
She: “You’ll have really really tall kids.”
*Mixed-blood (混血) is the word Chinese usually use when talking about biracial kids.
Have you ever been considered tall in a foreign country while in your home country you would be considered average?