There's a Dragon in my Dinner! by Tom Nicoll

Author:Tom Nicoll [Tom Nicoll]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781847157447
Publisher: Stripes Publishing
Published: 2016-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

“What do you mean, where do my beansprouts come from?” asked Mr Song, as he laid out chopsticks in preparation for a busy evening at Panda Cottage. He looked at me suspiciously. “You’re not from the Department of Health, are you?”

“I’m eight years old,” I said.

“You didn’t answer my question,” said Mr Song.

I sighed. “No, Mr Song, I’m not from the the Department of Health.”

“Good,” he said. “Panda Cottage is the most hygienic Chinese restaurant in town!”

I was about to remind him that it was the only Chinese restaurant in town, but decided against it. “Yeah, I know that, it’s uh … for a school project.”

“Hmm. All right, then,” said Mr Song, looking slightly less suspicious. “They come directly from China. I have good connections there. Best ingredients. Best prices.”

I had guessed that much, but it didn’t explain why Pan had ended up here and not Mexico.

“Although…” said Mr Song. “Our latest shipment technically comes from Mexico. Quite annoying, really.”

“Mexico?” I said, perking up.

“Yes… My pal Dave had a Panda Cottage franchise out in Mexico City. He thought he could make a fortune selling Chinese food to the Mexican wrestlers. It was a good plan, except for one thing – he’s a lousy cook. He couldn’t follow the recipes and ended up making all the wrestlers sick. He had to flee the city from dozens of angry Luchadores – that’s Spanish for wrestler – and return to England. And, of course, all this happens on the day he was due to get a huge stock delivery. No one’s there to sign for it, so they just stick it on another boat and send it all to me. So now I’m out of pocket and I’ve got beansprouts coming out of my ears. Do you want any? Here, take a box. Take a dozen!”

“No, thank you,” I said as he tried to force boxes into my arms. “I don’t suppose your friend is planning on going back to Mexico any time soon?”

Mr Song frowned. “No, but I did just find out today that he’s about to open a new restaurant. In Antarctica.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Please, don’t get me started,” sighed Mr Song.

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