Too much

Sunday the 31st of May was the last day 'la nonna' and 'la zia' were going to spend in Changchun, so Remo and I had arranged to have lunch downtown in a newly opened pizzeria/gelateria. The owner of the place is Chinese, but the cook, Massimo, is Italian. Actually, Massimo was hired to get the place started and to teach the Chinese employees how to prepare the ice cream and how to make the pizzas. As long as he was there, we knew we were going to eat well. We had asked him to prepare a 'special meal' (glutenfree and vegetarian) for us, which was sooo good that just remembering it now, almost makes me want to cry (the other day, Remo and I went there again and found out that Massimo had completed his 'training period' and had moved on). The man on the photo (who's head Auro is so desperately trying to touch) is Massimo!
After leaving the restaurant, we desperately tried to walk of some of the lunch, because, believe it or not, only a couple of hours later we were expected to have dinner with the dean of Remo's college (HB or professor Sun). So, by the early evening, with still full stomachs, we dragged ourselves to another restaurant (actually, HB picked us up in his car). The food (Chinese food this time), however, was so good that, to our own surprise, we ate untill we practically rolled over! The picture was taken just before the dinner and from left to right, you can see: HB's wife, HB, Remo and Valeria (=la nonna).