
Wendy doesn’t live to eat, she eats to live. So much time is spent creating elaborate dishes, when all Wendy really needs is a lot of something she likes. She has never understood the appeal of avocados, and is baffled by pomegranate jus. While her American cousins rave about the subtle flavour of raw fish, Wendy feels sushi lacks crunch, and prefers to dine exclusively on bamboo. Perhaps a lack of protein is to blame for Wendy’s low sex drive. Or maybe Bei Bei’s eyes are too close together.
